In 1992, when the first cultural crusade from Júcaro to Morón took place, I had not been born. Since then, many things have changed, and, of course, the generations that have succeeded those "crazy" are different (as it should be).

Of course, the desire to bring art to the places that are found within what was once the most sophisticated military work of the Spaniards in Latin America does not diminish.

After 30 years, I can tell about my first experience in this event —one of the longest running of the Saíz Brothers Association—. Experiences without campfires, oxcarts, tents or streetlights. The "veterans" will say: and then? I will only say that I could not be happier. In addition, if he was on the side of the artists, what would the children, their parents and teachers have felt?

Just imagine- magic, clowns, music, theater, literature... All of this in schools, communities, grandparents' homes, re-education centers. What's more, think about the surprise. In the proposal of a group of young people who, for a week, walked the same line as the rebels.