March 1965
Dear Hildita, Aleidita, Camilo, Celia and
Ernesto,
If you read this letter one day, it will mean
that I am no longer alive. You will hardly remember me, and the smallest among
you will have entirely forgotten me.
Your father was a man who acted as he thought
best and who has been absolutely faithful to his convictions. Grow up into
good revolutionaries. Study hard to master technique, which gives you mastery
over nature. Remember that it is the Revolution which is important and that
each of us, taken in isolation, is worth nothing. Above all be sensitive,
in the deepest areas of yourselves, to any injustice committed against whoever
it may be anywhere in the world.
Yours always, my children. I hope to see you again.A big strong kiss from Daddy.
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