i have lived here in california since 1968.
my mother (Consuelo) has a sister (Piedad). Piedad has a son (Heredio). Heredio has a son (Pedro). Pedro marries my sister (Connie) here in california in 1977.
connie and i came to the usa from cuba in 1960. i was almost 5 years old, and connie was 6 years old. Pedro came to the usa from cuba in 1970. he was 14 years old.
most people in cuba lost not only all their inheritance but even the time to exist only as a wage-laborer. that sounds incomprehensible; i can understand that, but one must experience such a loss in order to understand it. when Pedro came to california from cuba in 1970, we (my parents, brothers and sisters , and i) received them (Pedro, his parents, and his sister, Raquel). when Pedro came to california in 1970 from cuba, the circumstance in which he found himself here was, at least in my experience, like a vacuum. with that vacuum i felt, in a sly way, that Pedro took my place and time, as if my identity. i have felt since out of place and time. is it possible that because of the political or economic and social circumstances that Pedro was able to steal my identity, yet he has not stolen any of my personal information? but i do feel out of place and time and a great loss. definitely he has taken my place and time (identity?) by that vacuum (the loss of all inheritance and even the time to exist as only a wage-laborer). thanks!

