Perhaps it was at that moment I realized that mine is a war with no end in view I might as well fight it cheerfully or I would spend my life waiting for some distant victory in order to be happy. His revolution would not change my fate in any fundamental way under any circumstances, as long as I lived I would still have to make my own way.
For Naranjo, and others like him, “the people” seemed to be composed exclusively of men we women should contribute to the struggle but were excluded from decision-making and power. I realized that our problems were not related in any way to the fortunes of the guerillas even if he achieved his dream, there would be no equality for me. Huberto had thought that way since he could think at all it was not likely that the Revolution was going to change those attitudes. In his eyes, I would never be independent. Even then he was an ingrained macho, able to direct his destiny in contrast, he believed that because I had been born a girl I was at a disadvantage, I should accept my limitations and entrust myself to others’ care. Born in the back room of the mansion where her mother toils, and herself in service from an early age, the enchanting and.
“I thought of the long-ago afternoon when we first met, a boy and a girl in a crowded plaza.
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