My stay in Cuba was enjoyable. Havana was more modern and less impoverished than I had expected. For example, nearly all Cubans that I saw wore clothing that was in good condition, and clean, comparable to what one sees in America or Europe.

I was in Cuba from late afternoon Monday 11/12 until late afternoon Thursday 11/15.

When I arrived I actually had no idea who I should speak to about the possibility for victims of "mind control" abuse to get help in Cuba.

On the morning of my second day, Tuesday, I decided to go to the Ministry of the Interior. I flagged down a taxi, unfortunately it took me to the wrong Jose Marti monument, which I didn't figure out for a few hours.

I flagged down another taxi, and arrived at the "Plaza de la Revolucion" at about 2pm.

Soldiers of some kind stand guard in front of the government buildings bordering the Plaza, and there are signs that read "Do Not Enter - Military Zone". I walked one full circle around the roads bordering the Plaza to look for Cuban officials or military personnel who might be good targets to approach.

I had prepared a single page that I planned to try to hand to one of them, folded in half. On the outside it read:

	In Spanish		Translation
	"Por favor, cuando usted puede, dar a este documento a su jefe. Muchas Gracias"		Please, when you are able, give this paper to your boss. Thank you very much.

As best I can recall, on the inside I had written the following:

	In Spanish		Translation
	"Yo soy un americano. Soy una víctima involuntaria de los humanos experiimentation y torturas con radiaciones de microondas y dispositivos implantados. Es mi gobierno y sus industrias de defensa que han hecho esto a mí. Quiero saber si es posible obtener asistencia en Cuba, tal vez por la inmigración o el asilo. Tengo un sitio web que proporciona información acerca de mi problema y este tipo de abusos en http://www.geocities.com/mrmistermicko. Voy a estar en Cuba hasta la tarde del jueves, 15 de noviembre, pero es posible para que me quedara más tiempo. I estancia en el Hotel Lido, habitación # # #. Mi nombre es Michael H. Overlin."		I am an American. I am a victim of involuntary human experiimentation and torture with microwave radiation and implanted devices. It is my government and its defense industries that have done this to me. I want to know whether it is possible to obtain assistance in Cuba, perhaps for immigration or asylum. I have a web site that provides information about my problem and this kind of abuse at http://www.geocities.com/mrmistermicko . I will be in Cuba until the afternoon of Thursday, November 15, but it's possible for me to stay longer. I stay at the Hotel Lido, room # # #. My name is Michael H. Overlin.

I only remember a little of the Spanish I learned in school, so I prepared this using Google Language Tools.

After completing the circle, I picked one of the guards in front of the Ministerio del Interior and approached him. He refused to accept my piece of paper, or even to touch it, but instead motioned for me to go around the building in the clockwise direction. There were two more guards I encountered as I went around, all of whom reacted the same way as the first. The last one motioned for me to take my paper to a slot in a window, around the back of some portable buildings that are to the side and in back of the actual Ministerio.

I placed my paper through the slot, and it was taken by an official. I waited for about 20 minutes in an adjacent waiting room.

I think maybe the official who first took my paper didn't take it seriously, and instead of giving it to her superior, gave it to a groundskeeper . When that man came to talk to me I motioned for him to read the message written inside.

When he read the message inside there seemed to be more interest. Other Cuban officials, some in uniform, some plain-cloathes, seemed to come around to take a look at me. An official came and took my passport inside.

After they took my passport I was quite nervous, and starting to wonder what I'd gotten myself into.

About thirty minutes later a guard came and gave me an ID badge to wear and took me inside the actual Ministerio building. An official took down basic information, like the hotel I was staying at, and after waiting another half-hour I spoke to an offical with two stars on his shoulder.

With the help of someone there who spoke a little English he was able to tell me that I would need to get a different visa. My visa at the time was just a "tourist card", which may have been set to expire on 11/15 . He told me to visit an immigration office in Havana.

I decided not to talk to the immigration office during that trip, because I didn't have enough money to book another flight from Cuba to Cancun, Mexico, and I didn't want to be trapped in Cuba with only enough money to pay for food and lodging for a few more days. Maybe some kind of additional support would have been available from the Cuban government, but it would have been an awkward situation to be in, and difficult to make my situation understood given I didn't speak Spanish. In fact it would have been difficult to really be sure what I was getting myself into. If I had been offered assistance, how could I make sure that I would be able to leave if things didn't work out for me there, given that, again, I don't speak Spanish?

As a safety against delays due to a traffic jam/accident or taxi cab breakdown en-route to the airport, I took a taxi at about 10 am to the Havana airport, even though my flight departed at 4pm . I didn't have enough money to buy another airplane ticket, so if I missed that flight I'd be pretty well stranded. In Cuba you can't just call someone and get a money wire in an emergency.

While passing through immigration to get to my flight departure gate, when my passport was checked I was pulled aside. A Cuban official who could speak some English told me that it was possible for me to get medical assistance in Cuba, and asked some information about my employment background in the USA.

It is this last encounter, just as I was leaving, that is the basis for the information I provide above, that medical assistance and a possibility of immigration and/or asylum exists in Cuba.

Unfortunately I was late for my flight, and I only had a few seconds to talk to him. Whether it would have been somehow possible for me to stay and get the medical help then and there I don't know. I could have handled things better, but I was in a wigged-out state of mind. Victims of this kind of abuse are persued by murderers and torturers, although to outside appearances it often doesn't look that way. No victim of this has ever escaped, to my knowledge, nor otherwise put an end to his/her abuse. Naturally we'd like that to change. Many victims have died, the rest are tortured for the rest of their lives. So the stakes for me in Cuba were high.