I address those who in the supine ignorance, walk with pride with the image of a murderer in his chest.
Zoe Valdez, Cuban exile writer, has today written a scary story in THE WORLD, in which he describes as the subject murdered camasetoide:
"I'll give an example published in the newspaper El Nuevo Herald on 28 digital December 1997: How murdered Che. Its author is Pierre San Martin (pseudonym).
were the last days of 1959, in that cold dark cell, 16 prisoners slept on the floor and the other remaining 16 were standing for them to lie, but nobody thought of this, our only thought was that we were alive and that was the important thing, we lived hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second without knowing that in store next.
was like an hour before shift change when the crisp sound of the iron door was opened, while throwing a person into the already crowded cell. For now, the darkness, we could not realize it was just a boy 12 or 14 years at most, our partner in prison.
'What did you do? ", Asked almost in unison.
His face bloodied and bruised we stared, replying: "To defend my father not to kill him, I could not help it, I killed the sons of bitches."
We all looked like maybe looking for the answer of comfort to the boy, but did not. Were too our own problems. It had been two or three days without were shot and every day we had more hope that everything was over. The executions are ruthless, take away your life when you need it most to you and yours, without your protest or desires of life.
Our joy did not last long when the door abrió.Llamaron to 10, including the boy who had come last, we were wrong, because the callers never see them again.
How could take the life of a child in this way, would that we were wrong and we were going to drop? Near the wall where the executions, with hands on his waist, paced from side to side the abominable Che Guevara.
gave the order to bring the boy first and sent him to kneel in front of the wall. All did not scream this crime, and we offered in place.
The boy disobeyed the order, with an unnamed courage the infamous character he replied: 'If you kill me, you have to do as you kill the men, standing, and not as a coward, kneeling. "
Walking behind the boy replied Che 'Xon that you're a brave lad' ...
pulled his gun gave him a shot in the neck that nearly severed her neck.
all shouted: murderers, cowards, miserable and so many other things. He turned to the window where the screams and emptied out the comb of the gun. I do not know how many were killed or injured. In this horrible nightmare, which we never wake up, we realized later in the student clinic Calixto Garcia hospital, where we had been heridos.Por how long, we would not know, but one thing was clear, our single deck was to escape, only hope of survival "
