Ana Marrero pulls back her shirt sleeve and holds out her left arm.
“In Cuban prisons, I tried on various occasions to kill myself with knives,” she says.
“Uno, dos, tres, quarto, cinco, seis, siete, ocho,” she counts in Spanish. She counts the healed scars on her forearm. They look like horizontal tally marks.
These days, it’s a lot easier to travel between the US and Cuba, but some Cubans have no interest in going back to their homeland.