People ask Cuban American all the time, how we let Communism happen to our country. We didn't, and my parents generation tried to stop it, in so may ways. The problem was, that every time someone opened their mouth in protest, they paid a heavy prize.
Picadillo was my home town’s trash collector. He was kind of vocal about his views on the new government. Sometimes he would have a few drinks and sometimes he was sober but he would talk about all the misery around him and about things he thought were wrong with Castro’s government.
One day, he disappeared and no one saw him for two weeks. When he emerged, he was no longer talking. He had been jailed and while there, was tortured and told to keep his mouth shut, or they would kill him. He never spoke again.