CAMAGÜEY.- He always trusted in the young people and it could not be in another way; a whole country was entrusted to him and to his own without caring his scarce 26 years of age. When it seemed that Cuba was sinking in its pain and some people were already wondering where the Marti’s followers of this time were, this boy indoctrinated by the Teacher and tired of seeing his people suffering, assaulted the hope of many and turned the most Maestra of all the saws into the dais that immortalized him.

It was not a stranger at that time that he trusted so much in the most inexperienced ones. This Revolution that he thought, the girl of his dreams, was, is and will be a work for young people. Perhaps that is why, he was going, repeatedly, to summon them, there, where he became a revolutionary. The lucky ones of this epoch tell that there was no hour so that the giant of olive-green appeared in search of his best allied forces, the same thing in the productive field as in the university hill.

In the most difficult moments of his Cuba, when some persons thought that three slogans and two broken glasses would intimidate the whole people that was already the owner of its destination, He, with this eternal confidence, once again turned to the force of the Alma mater and thousands followed him to demonstrate that the streets continued to be of the revolutionaries.

It was not a coincidence that just when it was commemorated the 60 anniversary of his entry to the University, in the Assembly hall, with this capacity without equal of traveling to the future to then return and count it, he alerted us that the revolutionary process was reversible if we do not stop evils like the waste, the corruption and the bureaucracy, and only in the hands of the young people it was and there is still the possibility of preventing it.

“Is it that the men can do that the revolutions collapse? - he questioned that day. Can or cannot the men prevent, can or cannot the society prevent the revolutions from collapsing? This Revolution can be destroyed, we can destroy it, and it would be our fault”.

It was the first time that he spoke in those terms. He was dictating another task, of those complex ones that the men of his size leave: to demonstrate to the history that we can against its wheel. But what he never told us was how to face the passage of time. He did not leave us tasks to avoid the destiny and to comprehend his farewell.

Now, those who live in his age, those who grew seeing and listening to his speeches of six, seven, eight and all the hours that were necessary, to achieve that those who never saw him going at the head of his people with his imposing figure, feel him as theirs as we feel about the photographed one by Tirso Martínez, throwing itself of the tank in Playa Girón.

In his last message to the young people, he was testing: "If the young people fails, everything will fail. It is my deepest conviction that the Cuban youth will fight to prevent it. I believe in you”. How to fail to the one who never failed us, how to betray the safe path that he was teaching us, how not to shout I am Fidel, to believe it really and to turn this slogan into a performance way.

How not to keep on believing in a man like him, how not to keep on fighting for his country´s project, how to resign from the alternative that he showed to the world and how not to spill tears when there comes to us the first anniversary of the saddest day of our lives, the day in which we knew what was a world without Fidel, the day in which we realized that he was not eternal, but he was indeed immortally.

Translated by Linet Acuña Quilez