Since Cuba is the land of leaks—Radio Bemba, we call our longest-running media outlet—and leaks here aren't just constructive, a few have been saying for a long time: "Miozotis Fabelo will be named Heroine of Labor!" So, to save words or time, which in journalism is the same thing, some colleagues here and there named her as such, although she, very keen on seeking precise pronouncements from the right sources, wasn't amused by the leak.

 But the blame for the leak wasn't on the others, but on her person; or, better, on her work. Nothing can be done against her creation. Miozotis has filled her Camagüey and all of Cuba with journalistic seeds, spilling reports on the jibaroque internet users "over there" who dare to listen to these people condemned to silence so that not even she could have stopped an official proclamation previously endorsed by the spontaneous consensus of the entire guild that today, imitating the cigar makers with their idiocy, applauds her with their laptop mouses.

 She, who has left us splendid radio pages of historical journalism, knows this very well: who would have stopped those mambises who decided that throughout the jungle there would be many elders, yes, but only one was "The Major"? Who would later stop the eastern patriots who insisted on calling José Martí "President" against the blushing Delegate's modesty? Who dared deny that Che Guevara was a Cuban born and loved in Santa Clara? No one could because the masses always know how to measure the true worth of their own.

Miozotis, the filmmaker who has known how to saddle Martí and Agramonte's horses in her reports and clear the way for Che's guerrillas to continue fighting after apparent defeats, has had skirmishes and personal attacks, has enlisted and disembarked in stormy issues, has endured misunderstandings and proclaimed victory as befits a Cuban today, a journalist of the law.

 Many of us said it ("Heroine!"), many of us knew it from the inside, so we never ran the risk of falling victim to fake news of desire. In any case, this current proclamation is for the press and the UPEC a great new fest, a party, a festival of pride because another of us, a woman, has achieved this very exclusive status within Cuban journalism.

 It's now time, as Martí advised for the struggle, to pass on the signal, to vindicate the merits of our pioneers, because virtue abounds in this profession, and both Miozotis and those who preceded her, as well as the UPEC, deserve to be joined by other good ones from now on.

Contrary to what is being crowed about and the native botched work of the profession—which we all have—there are very good journalists in Cuba! However, it's hard to imagine, even among the most talented, that any success they have reached hasn't seen this Camagüey's citizen, who has never grown bored of winning awards because she never grows bored of working, pass through there.

 She always was, but now, with the title of Heroine… Miozotis could perfectly command one of the many columns of Cuban colleagues, today's Mambises, to cross the communication path from Havana to the world, planted by the White House with ditches, mines, battlements, and barbed wire fences, often more than virtual.

 Now that, without any emotional anesthesia, the country's president has opened her chest in two and placed a gold star there, resembling a pacemaker—her career as an "accomplished journalist" only continues—the rebel of (Radio) Rebelde, the woman who made her UPEC card her card to make the Revolution, can take a few minutes of a news report and see herself as the little girl who began reading with the guidance of her grandmother Belén, as the young woman who entered journalism even though she wanted to major in philology—more expressive resources, Miozotis Fabelo…!—as the determined professional who graduated in 1982 with one of the best records from the Universidad de Oriente and became a queen of radio despite initially dreaming of the print media.

 The Universidad de Oriente! Can you imagine having Miozotis Fabelo and Arleen Rodríguez Derivet together in the same group, as journalism students? What a joy, or what a plight, for teachers and classmates!

Back then, when thermoelectric plants were "little girls" who filled you with energy just by looking at them and solar panels were apparently unnecessary, Miozotis seemed to have her own generator because she swept her subjects and went proudly to the Mambises Games, where after delivering a checkmate, she would play table tennis or hit a lucky spike in volleyball, although Even if she didn't have the slightest appearance of a Caribbean brunette.

 With such accents, this Heroine of the Facts was formed, ready to share the keys to coverage or a toast with a colleague, and perfectly capable of exhausting Death, as the country girl Francisca did in a story by Onelio Jorge Cardoso if the latter decided to seek her out on a day of reporting.

While Francisca was a windsock that milked, planted corn, rubbed the stomach of a sick child, cut pasture for a cow, weeded the school garden... Miozotis is another whirlwind who covers, writes scripts for her programs, attends to tasks for the UPEC, tracks down special music, specific sounds, and testimonies; she charms radio technicians to elevate her programs, honors her union duties, enters a competition, goes on an international mission, takes out her delegate outfit for a congress... she fills her lungs with the air of journalism! No, the Grim Reaper wouldn't have an easier duel with her—and journalist Onelio Jorge could perfectly understand this—than the one he lost with Francisca.

 With Miozotis Fabelo, Death would definitely have to retire to catch his five o'clock train... with the certainty that to top it all off, he'll be late.

 A reporter is a Heroine of Labor! That's what, by "shooting" Gabo, which seems like a profitable "sport," could be titled "Chronicle of a Life Foretold," but there's always a catch: we journalists are critical; I swear I'm no exception, so I'll give you my opinion: that star on Miozotis's chest seems redundant.

 A sharp-eyed editor would say that, given her thinness, it makes her look overworked. Of course, she deserves it; there's no arguing with that, but others probably need it more because Miozotis Fabelo has long been a star in his own right.

 Translated by Linet Acuña Quilez