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Personal Narrative: If I Return To Cuba
All these elements exposed demonstrated the reason to fear for my life, if I return to Cuba. During the last year I have been intimidated and harass by the government. I am sure the government will be removed me from my position in the job of twenty years. I am one of the few specialist in the archival treatment of cartographic material in Cuba. Obviously my major concern is to be incarcerated for the only reason of being in disagreement with the totalitarian Cuban government which control and manipulated all the information. In my jumble opinion the professional incarcerated is vulnerable to the government atrocity and don’t has any civil

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