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In 1960, I was a 23-year-old government clerk in Havana who refused to put a sign on my desk that read "I'm with Fidel." That simple act of conscience cost me twenty-two years in Castro's prisons.
Growing up in North Korea, I didn't even know the word "freedom" existed. Escaping meant crossing frozen rivers, surviving human traffickers, and walking across the Gobi Desert — but the hardest part was learning to think for myself.