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We began working with the front in 1969. My son Julio, at age 17, was in prison for 7 months. Afterward he went clandestinely to Cuba. When my older son, Elmer, left prison, he went to Washington to D.C. There he found a better life. In all, my sons were imprisoned so many times I can't count them. I was jailed with them on Christmas day, 1972, but before that we had the earthquake. |
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