It's the Hispanic Deaf worst nightmares, being misunderstood as a victim of racial profiling, rounded up and handcuffed, send to a detention camp, awaiting overnight deportation. It's happening to some of us, especially us deaf oralists, in the border states while we're struggling with our speech in public, often mistaken as a foreign accent, causing border patrols to suspect that they were illegal aliens that came here on the caravan. They are American citizens, it's their problem if they not carrying any form of identification, such as a driver's license. Border patrols handcuffed them the minute they put their hands behind their head, ignoring their gestures that they are deaf, repeating reminding them to "tell it to the immigration judge!" The wall is not our barrier, communication is our barrier.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.