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Interviews with Regis Iglesias Ramirez

Interviewed November 22, 2024

Life in a Cuban prison, like the one we were in, went through different stages. We weren’t always in the same situation. We had a very rough beginning, by being transferred to high security prisons where we couldn’t see each other, even though those who had been arrested in the spring of 2003 were right next to each other. We had a visiting schedule every three months under which we were denied our families’ home cooking. I must stress the home cooking part because the food given in the Cuban prison system is very limited, and it’s hard to stay healthy since the food provided is very scarce and of very poor quality.

The families have to bring what we call food bundles for the inmates, so you can complement your diet every now and again, when you have visitors. We had that family visit every three months, but without the right to receive food. We would receive food every fourth month, and we could have conjugal visits every fifth month. This was the most severe regime, in which, like I mentioned before, we were isolated from each other despite actually being together, because we couldn’t see each other from within the cells at any point during the day. There were columns in place that didn’t even allow you to see your neighboring partners by using a mirror. That was in the beginning.

We had no access to phone calls, to televisions or radios, and the cells were very foul smelling, full of insects and rodents. There were rats hanging from the ceiling, they came in and out of the cells, like it was their home. There were mosquitoes, which are unbearable in the Cuban heat, and we had to make due amidst these conditions for a long time. Afterwards, the situation changed a little and they started to take us to lower security prisons, or rather lower severity prisons. We even spent time in some cells where, if you stand in the middle, you can touch both walls with your hands. It was like this until, not all of us, but many of us were taken to prisons where we could finally go out and walk around the prison’s sports field.

We couldn’t do this before. Before that, we didn’t even have the right to go outside during the day, but towards the end we could go outside once a week and walk around to get some sun, and every now and then maybe even meet up with some of our partners. But this all happened during the time when we passed from a totally isolated coexistence to the coexistence with actual criminals like murderers, pimps, and drug traffickers. Common criminals with whom we had to live on a daily basis, in cells that could very well be for eight to twelve people, but they were actually holding up to forty-six inmates. I was once in a cell with thirty-five people, although it was more apt for eight people, and from those thirty-five, twenty-eight had been convicted of crimes like murder. Luckily I never had any sort of problem with other inmates. They always respected me.