Oviedo, Espana. in the Astuarias region. My Great Grandfather worked in the arms plant of Oviedo for a sort period of time during the 1910s. sadily I never got to meet my grandfather. But my Dad and grandmother says that he was a great man. He feld Cuba and came back to free us. Though he died, we still got out. Mostly due to those that he made friends with in the US. The way he got out was by aircraft. My Grandmother was with the Catholic Cruch. She came to the US through the cruch, and then spoke to those that had connections. We got a call from her saying that a small plane would land in a field. We waited there, the plane came. And we got on and left the island. I really don't remember much. I was young and it was at night. What I do remember is my friends that I miss so very much. That and my family. Mostly on my mother's side. She passed away. So it was just me and my Dad. When we got into the US. We were given US citizenship very quickly. I think it was bcause of my grandfather's connections with the CIA. And ever since then I've considered myself an American. I learned english to the point that I no-longer have a spanish accent. And it's gotten to the point that I am forgetting how to speak spanish. But I consider it a good thing.