The Intricacies of Cubanness :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Intricacies of Cubanness â€Å"Hey brother, en Hialeah me quedo,† I said to my companions Eddie Safille, Alex â€Å"G† Gonzalez and Orlie Castelblanco as we wrapped up our Cuban espresso while playing a round of dominos. Eddie, in an energetic voice, answers, â€Å"You better trust I’m remaining in Hialeah. This spot is our home.† We all adoration Hialeah, as city in Miami-Dade County found a couple of miles from Miami city confines and is transcendently Cuban. Hialeah is one of the main urban areas in this nation where we don’t feel like a minority. We stick to our Cuban culture like a python sticks to its prey while it presses the existence structure its lungs with its strong body. I feel a solid bond with my Cuban legacy, each time I play my bongos, each time the Salsa beat moves my feet over the floor like a tropical storm overwhelming a town, or each time I drink some cafã © while playing dominos in the recreation center or behind La Carreta café. One of my preferred recollections is of my companions and I playing a round of dominos at Bayfront Park downtown with Latin music out of sight, feeling the sea breeze brush against our appearances, and seeing all the high rises overshadow us in an apparently perpetual heap of excellence and magnificence. The city, with its sun-sprinkled roads has treated the Cuban individuals with adoration and regard and has added to my pride in where I’m from. I like to think about my social legacy as a chocolate chip treat. The mixture of the treat is an Americanized variant of both Cuban and Lebanese societies making up most of the treat, while the chips are a blend of numerous societies that have impacted me in littler manners, for example, my father’s Irish roots. The explanation the Cuban and Lebanese societies in light of the fact that the most prevail is generally because of how I grew up. For my entire life I have lived with my folks, and my mother’s guardians. Albeit both my Cuban and Lebanese impacts have extraordinarily affected my life, my Cuban-American culture is without question the most persuasive of all. The main language I talked was Spanish. A large portion of my companions are likewise of Cuban better than average, and the city that I experienced childhood in, Miami, is a solid hold of Cuban force in the United States.