My Inner Structure Anonymous

Under the shadow of a magnificent mango tree at the heart of communist Cuba was the place where I learned to appreciate the beauty of the art of chess. When I was five years old, my father taught me the theory of chess, how the pieces moved and the strategies needed to defeat your opponent. I was perplexed by this intriguingly complex game. However, it was not until I grew older that I discovered that aside from teaching me chess, my father showed me something even more significant- the blueprints of the inner workings of life and the structure of our society.

Growing up in a socialist nation was nothing out of the ordinary, or so I thought. I did not know the real face of communism until that fateful exchange with my father under that shielding tree. As I learned the precise movements of the pieces and rules of the game, I thought- it’s wrong! It’s wrong, dad! The pieces are not equal! My father very calmly and with an expression which showed understanding began to remove the blind that kept me in the darkness.

He commenced. Cuba has embarked on many revolutions. The primary cause being the unrealistic desire for a utopian society in which all people are equal in every aspect of life. Although no single group has ever been...