In the end, he died like most people do – i.e., old age.  No CIA assassination.  No overthrow.  Just an old man probably connected to a bunch of machines staying alive.     For most of us Cubans, and the ones who grew up here like me, this is a moment when images fly in your head.   First, I recall the morning Batista fled and the expectations.  My mother serving us breakfast and my father on the phone talking about the future of Cuba.  The phone did not stop ringing.  My mother kept bringing my father coffee and offering her opinions as well.  The TV was on with constant reports of Cuba.  The Voice of America in Spanish on my father's short wave radio.     Most importantly, no one that morning had a clue of what would happen to Cuba in a few years. Second, the Bay of Pigs and the Missile Crisis.  As my mother would joke later: "¡Nosotros los primeros!"  Or loosely...(Read Full Post)