The yellow bus

By: María del Carmen Fuentes / Television Camagüey

Perhaps my association of ideas could seem simple, but it doesn't embarrass me. Now that we know of Lucius Walker`s death I make a quick recount of that magnificent human being's presence among us the Cubans, and then I think of that idea that he always came to mind in an involuntary way when in the streets of my Camagüey I saw a yellow bus, those school transports of the United States that have been symbols of the expression repeated year after year for the Shepherds for the Peace.

In the middle of Special Period (1992), the Reverend that part of this town was made because they identified us the dignity, the courage, the love..., demonstrated us its true faith for the fair causes, for the man and the woman of an island that reciprocated the same love as much to him as to his caravanists.

Then when the crisis got worse and the imperial pressures suffocated more and more, Lucius violated opposite, laws, absurd because the Cubans needed medications, technology for schools, hospitals, labor centers and some that another means of transport that he helped amid so many lacks. And it arrived this way one or another yellow bus to different points of the Cuban geography, and was unavoidable to think of them, the caravanists for the peace that continued Lucius Walker.

But to each one of these people, of these North Americans, didn't have enough ; faced the prepotency, the sanctions, and also gave their perspiration in camps of solidarity and this way the religious preach of helping the neighbor could not be more concrete. Hands that built there where more lack made.

To Lucius Walker, proud of breaking, an and another time, the blockade, we saw him happy next to Fidel, also an and another time in every year of hard battles. Both were admired and that was noticed in the images or the instantaneous.The sure Commandant also found in him to an indefatigable fighter for the freedom of our 5 Heroes prisoned in the United States, and only that was enough, although there was more, a lot more than that man that thought until the last minute of his life and acted with the honesty of the big ones.

For the legendary streets of my Camagüey still traffics one of those yellow bus; when seeing him surrender to Lucius Walker a silent tribute that will be the eternal gratefulness of all those that here appreciate the detachment of his life.