I'm a fucking immigrant.

With my family, I left Cuba as a political refugee.

I learned English as a second language.

I was the first student in my high school to attend Harvard University.

I did so on a partial scholarship. The rest of the money I needed I earned by washing dishes.

I graduated Cum Laude in engineering (even when my knowledge of English was limited).

I became a physician.

By the way, I paid my student loans in full.

I earned a Masters Degree in Latin American Literature.

I became a psychiatrist in New York.

With the help of federal grants, I advanced the knowledge in the field of adolescent schizophrenia and autism.

I helped thousands of patients in my psychiatric practice.

I earned a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing.

I have published two very provocative novels. (More are coming)

And at this stage in my life, I’m very sad about the country that embraced my ambitions.

I recently left the US in search of a more enlightened society.

I'm a fucking immigrant.