Despite the joy that presumes the date of August 13, the inhabitants of the town of Ñancaguazu, in the municipality of Batabanó could not avoid that sadness overflowed from dawn those lands.

A special man, on this site, breaks the streets, remembering with prodigious memory the many times that Fidel visited the newly delivered homes.

Pride escapes in each sentence when remembering how the Commander required the presence of the man in the leggings, as Fidel called him from the first moment he saw him wrapped in those high boots.

This is Remigio Rodríguez Pérez, the mythical Buenas tardes, beneficiary of those new and comfortable houses, which came to meet the needs of many families replacing the precarious homes scattered by the fields of that territory.

If it were not because everyone knows that what is told is true, any unbelieving visitor would think that the stories that Remigio recreates, at that time head of the machinery that plow the lands, about the presence of Fidel are assigned by the fantasy of a memory marked by the many years lived or by the disease.

The truth is that Buenas tardes as everyone knows him, despite the sadness of knowing his commander in another dimension, walks slowly through his beloved Ñancaguazu, pointing to the curious the exact site of the then decorated sports ground, from where Fidel spoke to the crowd over the new era of change that materialized fromJune 18, 1968, 50 years ago.

And he dreams about the day he will go on his own trip, when the greatest happiness of his life will occur, the tenth meeting, one more of those nine, which life privileges him to serve as head of the machinery that plow the lands at that time, Commander Fidel's dream: The Rice plan.

Then, more than sadness, you feel nostalgic and together with it the happiness of feeling him eternal, present for the new times and those to come.

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