From the balcony beside the bell, the calm sea could be seen breaking gently below, in a line of foam.
It dawned on October 10, and there up the hill, from where a trail of molasses and the sweat of slaves descended to the boats, another line of foam commemorated in a free land.
This was La Demajagua, yesterday October 10, when 5,000 Cubans dressed in white assembled at the foot of the National Monument, a sea of good, grateful people, ready for the battles of today.
In the first row a vigorous, experienced general, taking the same path upon which the young President advances, a child when the Revolution triumphed.
The landscape looks like a canvas of the nation, he said. Here, the light of the Revolution dawned 150 years ago.
It will endure longer, much longer, eternally, if we commit to constructing it, with new, creative brushstrokes. (Taken from en.granma.cu)
