Call of the wild

The call is stronger now and I have to go back to Cuba. I tell myself it is choice of course, but there is no choice at all - and no excuse either. Long have I worked for money. Long have I worked my heart to believe in what I do. Long has the pull to freedom been pushed aside.
Life is a conspiracy. Like saboteurs the whispers in the back of my mind have been undermining my best intentions. It seems that my best intentions were either not good enough, or utterly misplaced because I have just cast my whole past behind me and am preparing for take off and pizza at 3 pesos a time.

And then came the monk

Did I find him, or did he find me? It does not matter because now he is family and together we work to free Tibet so that he can return in safety.
Not that you can click your fingers and free a country. But if everything you do, and every thought you have is concentrated on one thing. If every conversation includes the object or your passion, then the ripples of your thought spread far.
In November 2007 Tibet was a shuttered and oppressed country. In March 2008 it has a voice on the world stage. Thousands of people have worked in a myriad or ways to achieve this. I am proud to be one of them.

Rebiya changes my life

One day a small woman came to Cardiff. She did not speak English but that did not stop her. She does not speak German or Swedish or any language other then her own, yet she travels the world looking for help to free her people from oppression. Her country is almost unknown - East Turkisthan - and her people are almost unheard of. They are Uighurs. But they are drowning, suffocating and suffering under the heavy hand of the Chinese army.

Even now I do not know how best to help her. But I know I will try.

www.uighurs-uk.blogspot.com

The First Post

It has to start in Cuba. Many things start in Cuba. Socialismo, Cuban style, is worth a second glance if not a good hard look. Fidel is ailing and dare we think of change in a country where you will have free education all your life, free healthcare, enough food for the healthiest appetite and a wonderful sense of community. Cuba has the greatest sense of community I have come across in the world. It is honest and true and inclusive. Shall we trade all this for consumerism? It's a one way ticket. I do not want to see yet another country with yet another faceless shopping mall dominating the skyline. People working for money instead of doing something they believe in. Is there a middle way?
I will return.