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Castro's Last Dance

As a child growing up on a rural farm in NW Kansas, I enjoyed over hearing adults discussing Castro.

Their voices, thick with German accents, would be solemn, constrained, but at other times their conversation would turn lively and heated.

I would find a quiet spot to listen. As I listened I would drift away to Cuba. I would picture Castro dancing among his people in their bright red/orange/yellow clothing, which contrasted brilliantly against the white sand of their beaches. I could hear exotic music as he and his people danced, and I could smell the aroma of foreign spices - garlic, cumin, oregano, bay laurel leaves - in Cuban dishes as they intermingled with the smell of the salty ocean and the odor of Castro's cigar. Together they lingered, ghostlike, before drifting slowly away into the tropical night sky.

I envisioned Castro, a virile Robin Hood, riding with his band of supporters to take over a corrupt government and endangering his life while he did so. I pictured him dancing while imprisoned - knowing all the while that when he was released he would have the support of his people behind him.

When another hero, President John Kennedy, was at opposition with Cuba during the Bay of Pigs fiasco, I continued to picture Castro dancing, arms raised high and entwined with those of his adoring people. His face turned triumphantly to the sun and his dark hair and skin glistening with sweat, vitality, and good health.

When I read that Castro's younger brother, Raul Modesto Castro Ruz, is acting President of Cuba, I felt saddened. It is not uncommon to feel akin to someone who you have heard about your entire life. I don't know how much time Castro has left on his beautiful island of Cuba. I don't know how the majority of his people feel about his reign. Some say he has brought better health care, education, and economy to his country

.I know that any leader who has served for as long as Castro must be loved by many people and hated by a few. Many have fled under his leadership.

Tyrant or hero, I still picture Castro and he is dancing.