I am a coward. I did not want to be part of the riots against our tyrant, out of fear that they will get me killed. I am but an ordinary student, studying to try and obtain a seat in the government, however corrupt it may be. And yet, all my friends are revolutionaries. I was afraid of where they would lead me, and I was right to fear. My name is José, and this is my story.
Well, now that the revolution’s over, I have time to reflect. I am glad for the people of Cuba. They have finally been freed from Batista’s control. Now, Castro is the one who rules. We have already set up free universal healthcare, with more welfare projects to come. That madman Che also seems to have a soft spot for school. He has set up an education system, and it seems to be successful. However, the people do not change. There are still those unhappy with authority, causing riots in the streets. The cane still grows, and the workers still work. This will be my final entry in this journal. Regretfully, goodbye.