We were just a normal family: Che Guevaras daughter remembers her father

Aleida Guevara with her father Che Guevara and Fidel Castro, Havana, 1964

On the right is my father, cigar in hand, talking to his lifelong friend Fidel Castro, a fellow communist revolutionary. The angle makes it look like my father is holding out his cigar to me, but thats not the case. It was unusual that hed smoke around me. I dont remember this picture being taken, or by whom; I was too young. Id have been around three at the time. I was born in November 1960, and Ive since been told it was 1964 in Plaza de la Revolucin in Havana.

Im the eldest of Ches four children with my mother. Papi was known around the world as the Argentine revolutionary, a guerrilla leader and major figure of the Cuban revolution, but we were just a normal family. I never felt special as his daughter. Where I did feel special was as the child of a couple who loved each other dearly.

As children, we enjoyed Papi very little. I was only six when he was executed in Bolivia 50 years ago, on 9 October, 1967. Our mother formed our values and kept him alive in our memory long after he died. She never used him as a way to tell us off or threaten us. Papi was always the good guy.

We never enjoyed any privileges: my father was opposed to that, and my mother maintained the line. When she became a widow with four small children, my fathers friends wanted to help. They couldnt replace the affection that had been lost, so tried to give us material things. My mother wouldnt permit anything at all. She told us, You must have your feet firmly on the ground, and let pass everything you havent earned yourselves. That was an important lesson.

We went through difficult periods. In my teenage years, shed make trousers for my brothers with material from her old blouses. But we were happy: wed play, wed laugh. We grew up like Cuban children, alongside the people in our community.

I was close to Fidel and comfortable with him. I have very fond memories I would call him mi to, which means my uncle. I maintained a relationship with him right up until the end of his life last year. Hes holding me and Im relaxed, smiling. My father and Fidel were always happy and joking together; there was much mutual respect and confidence there.

Fidel wanted to break the news to us children when Papi died, but my mother insisted it was her duty. But he told us that Papi had written a letter saying that if one day he fell in combat, we were not to cry for him: when a man dies trying to achieve what he wants to achieve, one doesnt need to. The next day, I was called in to see my mother, who was in tears. She sat me on the bed and pulled out the farewell letter from Papi.

When you see this letter, it said, you will know that I am no longer with you. I started crying, too. The letter was very short. It ended with the words: Here is a big kiss from Dad. I understood I no longer had a father.

I still live and work in Havana, as a paediatrician, and feel hopeful for the future of Cuba. Do I have hope for humanity? None of us has a crystal ball, but if we want a different world, we need to work to achieve it. We cant wait for it to fall out of the sky. We have a duty to forge that future ourselves.

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