Pipo: A Son’s Recollection of Those Unique, Eternal and Magical Moments with His Father

Our journey together will take us to Spain, Cuba, Mexico and America. Pipo was born in Spain in a small village called Valle De Las Casas in the Castilian Province near Leon, about one hundred and twenty miles North West of the capital city of Madrid. I will cover his life from his birth to his arrival in Cuba, where I was born, and begin to share my first memories of Pipo growing up during the Revolution of Fidel Castro in 1959, as well as during the Missile Crisis of 1962, leading up to our family’s departure for Mexico and arrival in Mexico City. I will share the transforming experiences that would shape my future relationship with Pipo. In Mexico City, I convey the turning point that occurred on the concourse of the Mexico City International Airport, an event that I have labeled the “Chiclet’s incident”. From this point on, I was on a secret personal mission to help Pipo economically and in every other way I could possibly imagine once we eventually arrived in America. Only a few months after the riots of 1967 literally tore the city apart, we settled in Newark, New Jersey. The riots left behind a flight path of economic turbulence for many decades; nevertheless, Newark became my home. It became dear to me ever since our maiden voyage. My mother Maria urged me to look down from our plane so I could see all the bright lights shining below us. Then she uttered these heartfelt words, “Miguel this is our new home”-- just as we began to rapidly turn and descend in the dark sky for our landing at the old Newark North Terminal Airport. Once we disembarked, Pipo was waiting to accompany us to the reunification celebration.