This summer I was invited to a poetry festival in Cuba which I used as an opportunity to find family in Guantanamo & Havana. My grandparents fled after the Revolution in 1961. It was a trying and transformative trip. I am still processing lots and I am hoping to share new visions inspired by this trip for my first solo performance in NYC coming this December. These two women are my aunts. They showed me a love I had not yet known until them and I am grateful for their spirit, their resilience, and to so many Cubans still living in Cuba, who exemplify what happens when a people evolve in ways our technology could never dream of.