How I Hijacked a Plane & Spent the Next 44 Years Living in Cuba

Published On 01/27/2016 Published On 01/27/2016
Courtesy of Kadri Koop

They can call me a coward all they want, but I made up my mind not to go back. You motherfuckers ain’t gonna see me no more.

There was a TWA flight to Chicago at 10:55pm. We decided to be on it.
We weren’t trying to hurt anyone. It wasn’t about pistol-whipping anyone to show them we were bad. That wasn’t the thing.
One of the first rules of living underground is, if they don’t tell you, you don’t need to know.
The government has accepted me. Free medical, free education, for me and my kids. But sometimes it’s still hard. I miss my family.