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