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HOPE OF A FUTURE
What we need in a revolution is new innovative energy

This series focuses on social realism of the life of immigrants in fascist countries as
well as the potential for revolution. In this short story change is the only constant: it
comes and goes, whether its the paramilitary terrorization or the communist victories.
We pass from dystopia to utopia, and question how quick this change can really be
done, and the realistic possibilities. Change is the main focus of the series. This
storys aim was to promote new, innovative revolutionary ideas, like the impromptu
speech Ann gave in the subway or the smart leader of the rebellions speeches, to the
new changes Kami underwent when she came to Britain.

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Prefix: Arbitrarily Chocolate Revenue


Kami woke up at 5 am. She was surprised when she looked around, not knowing
where she was. After two minutes she remembered it all. Yesterday she had taken
the plane and arrived in the English countryside. She had come all the way from
Cuba, due to Raul Castro selling out the country to the foreigners as her mother
phrased it. Her mother said that under the new capitalistic system in Cuba,
established in 2018, her monthly revenue had become arbitrarily decided by the
managers and bosses and was almost like chocolate because it was so low it melted
away, like chocolate does when you keep it in your mouth. She used to repeat that
she escaped her arbitrarily chocolate revenue.
Kami thought that it was strange how people questioned her about Cuba when she
arrived in England yesterday. The British Immigration Officer had held her 1 hour
just to ask her lots of questions that she couldnt always answer. Questions like do
you prefer Fidel or Raul? or questions like what do you think of communism?.
The questions had sounded threatening, and she didnt know a great deal, because
she was still quite small and young. She thought she was 10 years old, but wasnt
sure, because her father had left her family when she was very little and her mother
had raised her alone, but her mother had been in a coma after giving birth. She
cursed her father sometimes, at night, and she cried a lot as well. Her mother had
been so courageous in raising her alone.
As she stood up to look outside the window of the small room the sight was quite
peculiar and strange. She expected to see the sun and the graffiti of the streets of La
Habana but found herself looking at a field full of geese, a typical sight of the
English countryside. It was raining as well, quite disappointing. She climbed back
on her bed and laid down, thinking.
She thought it was quite strange that her mother had escaped one capitalist system to
move to another capitalist system, but she repeated that her education would be
quite strong if done in the UK, and moreover, she would be able to learn ingles, the
English language which was so useful nowadays. She was set to start school quite
soon but her mother still had to visit some apartments and decide where to live.
Every apartment that they visited was so small and the rent was so high, because
they were dirt poor. In Cuba, under the communist regime, they had been able to
live in a big house and they had to pay nothing, because the government was so
good back then. But it was very different now.
Kami opened her door, she was about to go wake her mother.

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Map to food
On Kamis first day to visit schools that she might go to, the subway wagon she was
in with her mother got blocked by activists. They had signs that read immigrants,
go away and restore the Empire of Britain and the monarchy of the Queen as
well as only whites in here.
Kamis mother got scared because, coming from Cuba, their skin was dark and the
protestors seemed enraged. They came up to the mother and her daughter and asked
them to fuck off the subway. Kamis mother began talking. She delivered a short
impromptu speech that galvanized the crowds.
You say that we are the immigrants right? So how about you? You are also
immigrants, you came from Germany with William the Conqueror, and it was the
result of an imperialist invasion that you established yourselves in the UK, just like
Columbus did in America. As a matter of fact, look what you did to the natives: the
Irish peoples have to live in a divided country, where so-called Northern Ireland
belongs to the UK but the rest of Ireland, the native part, is separate and keeps
getting criticizing and oppressed by the British Army. The IRA got destroyed in
battle but kept up the resistance. Look at Wales, it was forced to become a slave
to capitalism and join the United Kingdom. And Scotland doesnt want to be in this
stupid union anyway but is forced to stay because otherwise the Conservative mafia
will ruin their countrys economy.
Kamis mother was happy with her speech, and she recalled a picture of Lenin
standing by a microphone saying Listen to the sound of revolution and she
instantly compared herself to that.
The protesters were surprised by this impromptu speech and some of them started
crying, others ran away. One protester was so traumatized by the truth of this story
that he lay down on the subway tracks, and soon got ran over by the next subway,
which caused a delay in the service because they had to clean up the remains of his
crushed body.
The next day the headlines read Angry and mentally unstable mother forces
peaceful protestor to suicide himself. Kamis mother, who was called Ann, told
Kami to ignore these idiotic headlines in the media.
They distort my words and image to make me a target for them she explained to
her daughter.
As Kami went to sleep that night her mind drifted off. She was flying high in the
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sky, over the seas, at the speed of light, but the sea seemed endless and very dark.
But on the horizon was a bright patch of land that stood out amongst the darkness of
the seawaters. It was not just an island. It was Cuba, her native island. As she
continued her dream, she saw, from the sky, the history of Cuba unfold itself within
the island, but at a rapidly increased speed. She saw native tribes, she saw wars, she
saw peace, until she saw Batista and the massacres he did to remain in power. She
saw secret scenes, behind the curtains where a tall American shook the hand of
Batista, and there was champagne on a terrace in La Habana, and they laughed, and
they drank, and they ate expensive food, and they saw naked women, and discussed
an upcoming threat that would be easily crushed. Kami then saw this threat,
Castro, and his guerrilla army that was fighting against tanks but still won. She saw
Che Guevara lead his troops to reconquer La Habana and give rise to socialism in
Cuba. She saw the progress made under Castro, from free housing to free social
care, from government subsidies to the harmony of the island. She saw how
Americans had attempted to regain the island but got discovered every time, such as
the failed Bay of Pigs invasion. She saw the exodus of Cubans when some borders
were reopened and she really wondered why some Cubans would want to quit the
island anyway, given how good it was. In fact, most of the Cubans who had quit
Cuba ended up criminals in Miami or becoming gang-members or drug dealers, and
being dirt poor. What was the point of going to the USA if it would be a lot worse
than Cuba? She was puzzled at this strange attitude, but she ended up concluding
that these Cubans who had quit Cuba probably were mentally retarded. She then
saw some bananas growing on trees and wanted to pick one up
But her mother Ann then came in her room and woke her up.
Kami protested :
But mum, I was traveling on the map to food, and I saw many good things on the
way.
But her mother took a very serious tone, because she had just received some very
important news.

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Berries and thorns


As you see, we are in a new country. We have a berry which is new, Kamis mum
explained to her.
Get to the point, Kami explained.
Sure Kami responded back.
The United Kingdom is going to war, Kamis mum laughed.
Its not like Cuba. We can relax here. There is going to be a giant fuckin
propaganda campaign. Well be safe, as long as we pay taxes, Kami laughed.
The door got smacked open. Three masked men entered the room. Bullets fell all
over the place.
Where are you, come out where-ever you are, the men asked.
They smacked their guns on someone.
Dont come out. Run. Run. Run, the smacked person screamed.
Rodriguez, her mum screamed.
She ran into the living room. Kami hid under the bed.
We the Paramilitary. We can do whatever we like, the armed men screamed.
They each took a condom out. Look at it. Stared at the dinner table.
I see, you got something cooked for us, they laughed.
Interesting, another laughed.
One took a fork out. Another held Kamis Mum down. They made sure her clothes
werent on.
They rubbed the tortilla around her tits and at the food.
nice sauce, one said.
Another one, played Smack That on his iPod. Her memories kept on worsening. She
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kept crying more and more.


Right then. Kami screamed and smacked the table.
You werent fighting any enemies except the people, she screamed.
The three paramilitary men were handcuffed and staring at her.
She was in 2025.
It was an almost utopian world. She wore a military cap with a red star. She was the
general. Military shirt. Teflon on her head. And jeans. She wore the jeans her mum
wore. It made her feel a sense of pride. The room was made of concrete.
Equality.
Freedom.
Freedom of literature.
But she elected herself to be the one fighting against the demon of the past.

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Kettle U Can
It was at this moment that knocking was heard on the door, and shortly after a large
group of 8 Red Guards stormed the house and neutralized the paramilitary troops.
The paramilitary who had been playing on his smartphone was held in the air by the
collar by the lead Red Guard and all his tooth fell out because he was so scared.
One of the Red Guards had a health kit and healed Anna.
Kami was surprised. She heard singing from the outside, like really loud, as loud as
a massive speaker would transmit music. She recognized the song soon after: it was
The Internationale, the song of socialism, that was being transmitted by a massive
speaker in the middle of town. It could be heard from 10km around and encouraged
the good mood.
The Red Guards told her that there had been a revolution during the previous night
and that the country was now socialist. Kami was very happy, and her mother as
well.
In the street some scientists with red lab coats were working on developing a new
subway which worked on renewable geothermal power and was much more
efficient and faster than the old subway which used to be owned by a private
company and used to run on coal.
Kami looked in the distance at the farmland and saw that people had begun
collectivization there. There was a big sign that showed the output of wheat of the
farm. The number was currently 10 times higher than the output that would have
been produced by private farm.
Look at all this, she said to her mum.
Really glad this happened, Anna replied.
Now go to school, she laughed.
Kami looked at her watch to see if she would be late: but it was 5 a.m only, and all
the people were already working and being productive.
In class, when he teacher came in, he asked the students to write an essay that would
be due soon about how the collectivization project could be made more efficient
than it currently was.
Kami was glad that in socialist society they listened to the ideas of anyone. The
teacher said the answers of the essay would be given to the government who would
study them and apply them.
There was a boy that always used to sit next to Kami, probably because he loved
her. He was asked by the teacher to answer this short question: name 3 great leaders.
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He said Netanyahu, Hitler and Deng Xiaoping.


The teacher frowned and asked the student to correct his answers. The student said
they were correct. The teacher then asked him why he thought those leaders were
great. The student replied that these leaders had all eradicated socialist activity in
their countries and had privatized the economy. After correction, the teacher, called
Mr.Vlad, called the boy an ignorant little fascist. The correct answer was Lenin,
Stalin and Mao, and the key fact was that they had all been socialist leaders.
Kami was interested to think what the punishment would be in socialist system. But
it wasnt harsh at all. The student was required to do 30 push-ups and every push up
repeat the name of either Lenin, Stalin or Mao.
After that the teacher asked him the same question again to see if he had understood
the answer. But the boy was stubborn and kept repeating the wrong answer. The
teacher took time to explain why it was wrong and showed statistics of how
disastrous Deng Xiaoping had made China. The boy was then happy and he finally
understood, and then felt sad for having said something so wrong.
The teacher explained the process of transition between socialism and communism
like food in a kettle. Prior to revolution, the kettle is heating up, like the anger of
the peoples. Revolution is like bringing the food in the kettle all of a sudden, and the
result is that the food is uncooked, but it is beginning to cook. This is also the stage
of socialism, because progressive ideas are starting to cook. Once socialism has
been there long enough, like the food has been cooked long enough in the kettle, it
means that we can make the transition to communism, because the food has learned
a lot from the experience of socialism (the process of the cooking) and it now ready
to be served and ate by the peoples, who eat the fruit of their efforts.
He then asked the students to shout the slogan : KETTLE U CAN. Which was what
the students did.
The homework would be to write a short story on communism, and then find 10
ways in which the society could be improved.
On her way back home Kami was greeted by many people, who were a lot nicer
than in a capitalist system. She wanted to become an engineer because she had heard
the government was looking for open-minded solutions to problems created by
capitalism that had to be gotten rid of, such as pollution or eternal business.
Kami applied for internship in London and got accepted. She would be going to
meet the initial organizers of the revolution, those who had created the spark and she
would discuss ideas about progress with them. She felt really happy, but sad to leave
her mother.
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New Innovative Energy


Finally, she was saved.
The paramilitary were assigned to terrorize the local British population and prevent
them from rebelling. They had developed brand new techniques, just for the purpose
of torture.
Usually, paramilitaries just killed you.
But for 5 years, they stayed in her house.
They provided a punishment worse than death.
They usually made her cook tortillas while she remained naked.
Rodriguez was usually forced to watch. Sometimes he got rubbed on too.
Her mum was sexually harassed every single day.
The door was kicked down, when they entered. So that the neighbors could see what
was happening and would be scared that it didnt happen to them. It was a technique
developed to prevent rebellions.
This was added on to the fact that the paramilitary had constant shift. The units were
switched every single month. So there was always this fear. You never knew what
the next unit will do.
When the red guards entered. The unit were making her mum take a shower with
each of the paramilitary members. Kami was forced to chop vegetables naked, with
her ass up while the paramilitary members were doing their push ups on her. At
night she had to dance around while they got drunk and played smack that, in the
hall way. In addition, she rarely if ever got sleep. There was no privacy as all the
doors were kicked down. If they wanted they could do anything any time they
wanted. All of her clothes were burned down. She had to go to the supermarket with
bikinis on with a para member. This was the case for all women under the age of 40.
She hated the dairy section, they would pour a bottle of milk on her breast. And then
whisper why do I need milk for my bones. Just stay still while I try to make you a
good feminist. They would then proceed to try to squeeze the milk out of her. They
said that all the time. When the par When it got cold, she shivered.

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But now she was out of it. A famous philosopher used to say, there is no progress
without struggle.
She remembered that her friends used to mock her in high school. One of them
approached her on her way back home. They always used to mock her behind her
back do you want to be a feminist.
Thanks a lot. You saved me, one of her friends told her.
But Kami kept walking she was still pissed from high school.
Had you listened, none of this would happen. None of us would have to go through
this, she told her.
She walked on.
Her friend cried.
All of a sudden she remembered what her friend told her. A good friend. A smart
one. He lead this entire turnover. He felt strongly. Although he was a male. No one
could recognize his voice. But she could. He cussed a lot. Like no one did. On TV
he had a computerized voice.
You know why I dont wanna show my fuckin face. I dont want to be idolized.
Every one, Marx, Lenin and Mao get idolized. A big fuckin statue. A big fuckin
mausoleum when I die. Thats what people want to do. But how about rallying with
my ideas. How about making changes? That is what no-one wants to do. What we
need in a revolution is new innovative energy. And I know what you are saying.
Women are going to heal better from this gigantic fuckin nightmare, if I be there.
But you have to understand is that we need real fuckin new innovative energy in this
bitch. We need people to realize in each other. So due to your suggestion, I may
once in a while appear on TV but not as fuckin hero but as a fuckin worker. I do not
want you to look at me as a idol or god. I want you to believe in yourself and make a
fuckin change in your life and those around you. You know what, yes I am a
commander of this revolution. But I could anyone around you. If you want to thank
me than why not try to be nice to someone around you and help them recover.
Remember you could be thanking me, he said.
He was very strategical.
He made everyone believe he was someone around him.

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Everyone wanted to help the person next to them.


This was the exact reason why the community progressed.
There was a marathon in her path.
A tear dropped left her eyes.
It felt on the ground.
A random person with a military red star hat gave her a handkerchief.
She wiped her tears.
Dam, she remembered the face too.
He was now gone like the wind.
She turned over the handkerchief, Dont cry. Hold on, be strong, it said on the
back of the handkerchief.

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