Just a fun question I thought of.
Well … I prefer Cuba because they speak the same language as me ( both dialects of the Spanish are very similar ) we share a big history with them and I always wanted to be part of the Partido Comunista de Cuba .
We in my country call Cuba ‘Hermana Mayor’ ( Big Sister ) and us ‘Hermana menor’ ( Little Sister ). We have a lot of things in common and we share the same culture, traditions , folklore, gastronomy, music and dances and more.
As my people say in the island : ‘ A Cuba hay que seguir ’ ( Cuba must be followed ).
DPRK.
I hate to sound like a fetishist or even as if I’m approaching that point. I am very much a white Amerikan guy, family tree of settlers all the way down.
That being said, I feel a deep perhaps inexplicable kinship with Korean revolutionaries. I have never felt so inspired as I was when I first learned about the history of Korea and their unceasing struggles for liberation and resistance.
Reading Kim Il-sung has been more elucidating than literally any other Marxist author or orator. The man was a genius with a steeled brain and warm heart. Nothing has both pulled my heartstrings and sent my synapses firing on all cylinders than beginning to understand the Juche idea.
The cold would not bother me. Any destitution would not bother me. I would be contributing to the construction of one of the strongest and greatest socialist projects on the face of the earth.
Forgive any cringe. My heart, my life for Korean independence and the Korean people. 만세!
I’m in a similar boat. I have nothing but respect for the people of the DPRK. I think living there or China would be amazing. That being said I think I’d be too ashamed to try and live in NK. Like I know I wasn’t even born when the US massacred them and have nothing to do with how our country continues to fuck them over, but I just can’t get over it. Like every day I’d feel like I should just apologize to someone. That and idk how I could even contribute to their society. There’s nothing I feel I could do that someone in their country couldn’t do just as well or better. I honestly feels that way I couldn’t go to China either. I just have nothing that makes me stand out to be truly worth it other than just wanting to live and work peaceful.
You young? I’m mid-20s. When I was a teen, I thought I wouldn’t live to see these years. My birthday is tomorrow. I’m a cashier. I feel very similarly about lack of overall usefulness… but I’m convincing myself that I can become useful. Somewhen somehow somewhere. Eventually.
We have time. Apocalypse is around the bend, but we’ve got time. We have to have time - convincing ourselves we don’t is a surefire way to wind up doing absolutely nothing with the time we do have and then wondering where it all went when it finally runs out. Time is not a privilege or luxury for everyone.
I’m on the brink of homelessness, but I’ve got time. I will do something with this lifetime in service to the international socialist project. Somewhere somewhen somehow, yeah?
I am not so young anymore. Mid 30s. Things starting to ache. Not sure I can stomach going back to school. Mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be anyway. Learning and focusing on learning is harder. I’ve had too many years of stress and sleep troubles. I know I’m not THAT old but I FEEL so much older. So much time I wasted. I wish I had learned about the truth of communism a decade ago. Back when I had more time to set myself on a better course. Plan things out better. Right now I’m just focusing on keeping my head above water and hope some better opportunity presents itself I just don’t know what else to do.
Cuba is probably the one i have the most cultural affinity with, so it would not be that hard to adapt and learn the language. But i also can’t survive in warm climates, so northern china it is
