Long times later,
Amalia Teresa Ricardo became aware of the pitfalls of
time. It happened when she returned to the same ground he had walked
when he was just 12 years.
She tried to find
the road to the Rey neighborhood, in the municipality of San German,
in Holguin province. She sought the railway line and the road, which
at that time served as a point of reference for their parents during
the first visit. But she could not find them.
EducationinCuba,hasnew motivations this yearbecausewe are celebrating50 years ofits creation.The birthof the Cuban Revolutionwith
its idealsof equalrights
forhumanbeings, opened a new way forall people withdisabilities. In thecase ofchildren, adolescentsand youth
persons withspecial educationalneeds, the strength-andpower-asinescapable priority, attention,
education and protection. The creationof
specialized schoolsto encourage theirdevelopment, parent trainingand family, availabilityof itinerant teachersfor infantswho can notattend school, are some of the actionsthat have been carried out duringthis half century. Special Education in Cuba welcomes childrenwith differentspecial educational
sensory, visual, transient(behavior disorderandmentaldevelopmental delay), physical-motor,
those related tothe area ofcommunications andrelatedto behavior. In the Holguin province there are about 30educational
institutionsfor differentspecialties, dividedby differentterritories,and twoDay Care Centersdedicated solely tothese infants.Only inthe capital citywe can find several schoolssuch us "RenatoGuitart" (mental developmental
delay), "The Golden Age"(for the blind, strabismus,amblyopiaand
deafand hard of hearing), "Luis Escalona"(behaviordisorders),comprehensive trainingschool"CalixtoGarcia" (behavioraldisorders) as
well as others,among
centers. These finds of educational
institutions Cuban students receive subjects to prepare them to safelyintegrateinto society andtheir self-esteemrises,contributing to theirintellectual and emotional development. Special
celebrate itshalf-centurybuildingon 4January 2012.The country's
authoritiesare strivingto continuethis work of loveand solidarity, through which theCubanRevolutionshowedto his people andeverybody's transcendentalthat human beingslearnand appreciate theknowledge and sensitivity, with a book
and a flower ineach hand.
By Liudmila Peña Herrera A friend has written a post that I have "taken the words." It talk about the semi-abandoned villages that still keep their magic to not forget them. My town are not abandoned (I think it never will be). Because poetry of the sea, the breeze that ruffles the loves and stirs the clothes ... protects it against forgetting. And it can happen that tomorrow comes another hurricane to steal their wealth, in attempt to steal their soul, but the spirit of my Villa Blue Mills backtrack along Libertad Avenue, in search of a pier-magnet that keeps stories of love, initiations and farewells. I loved as a child, when I started my trips to the local library, for books "I should not read yet." And I found among the lyric poets (Renael Gonzalez, Maria Liliana Celorrio, Miguel Navarro ...), the painters and afternoon sun and salt to keep their parks. I loved the small space after wooden benches near the waters of the bay, because there is nothing better than sitting back waiting for happiness as evening falls under a coconut tree and feel the caresses of the wind and the waves in this quiet town without much traffic or walkers. That's when one is torn between indecision to stay forever or open the wings and fly away. Then, a seagull lands on my shoulder and if I said before: "No, I'll never leave," now I'm facing this computer screen, just under 60 miles, collecting snails in my palm. While pressing the keys, I imagine my friends every birthday, telling the same stories about six or seven years ago. I can tell stories from Independence Park and its amphitheater, the Local Museum, the Salcedo´s Castle , the Mothers´s statue, about the beloved Maximo Gomez Avenue, Columbus's history, its beaches, its people ... But do not seek to take stock of wealth and beauty: just want to get me in good faith in this feeling for my people (always with airs of town), which return each time with a larger space to hold it in my heart.