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Claudia Márquez Linares, Grupo Decoro
HAVANA, March (www.cubanet.org) - The knock on the door came at 4:10 p.m.
Twelve State Security officers.
Two of them armed.
One with a search warrant authorizing them to look for "items
constituting crimes."
The man in charge called himself Captain Pepe. I met him in my bedroom,
standing there, looking at me. I had to demand he leave the room so I could
finish getting dressed. He told me to do so quickly, because he had orders to
search.
After a 10-hour search, they carted away hundreds of news stories, articles,
books on journalism, more than 50 files with background information for news
stories, one hundred and fifty books on politics, law, economics, and social
sciences.
Also two cameras, one video and one digital, the Youth Encyclopedia of the
European Union, six compact disks, one old laptop computer and 36 diskettes
holding the stories of common people, all victims of the arbitrariness of the
Cuban government, all headed off into some overflowing warehouse operated by
State Security.
They sat and read the eight-year-old love letters from my husband, Osvaldo
Alfonso Valdés. He is the president of the Liberal Democratic Party. They
carted him off to a cell in Villa Marista, State Security headquarters.
They listened to the tapes I have been trying to learn German from. They
took all the literature from the Liberal International, the worldwide
organization of all Liberal parties.
As they searched through the drawers and inspected my family photographs, we
watched the nightly Round Table on TV, where the government spokesmen called us
traitors.
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