Who is Andres Bellot

I have lived 37 April already, no wait, 38, but my birthday is in November, so officially, I am thirty-seven.

I was born in Havana, the capital of Cuba. A paradisiac island in the Caribbean destroyed by Communism, and I have to say it so before more about myself.

I love to learn, so I read a lot. Knowledge accumulates in my limited brain, so I must get it out. That’s why I write. I’ve thought about spitting it out on camera, but that’s not me.

I have three passions: aircraft, lighting, and writing. I have been lucky to work on two of my big passions. Writing is what I have a medium profile.

My first contact with lighting was at university. A professor referred me and three friends to an engineer, who later became my friend, to work on a lighting project. From that moment, I fell in love with the luminaires and lamps. That was in the second year, so I waited for three more to start working on my passion. I did it for seven years and interrupted it to start a new life in the US.

Being an immigrant comes with many challenges, and my passions were not a priority anymore. A friend endorsed me to an aviation company, and I started working there. It was not one of my passions yet.

My first experience with aircraft could have been a better one. My father bought me this fantastic aircraft model that ran and lifted its nose, simulating a takeoff. Unfortunately, I was too little, and the noise generated by the toy scared me as shit. I just played with it without the batteries on, lol.

The second was in this massive park Parque Lenin in my homeland, Cuba enjoying an outside day with my parents, grandparents, uncle, and little sister. My father was in line to purchase some of the best chocolate bars on the earth (I have never had something similar 😞), and we were waiting under the shade of a tree. Suddenly, a plane passed over us, making so much noise that birds flowed away from their trees. Up to that moment, I was playing with the pods of a Flamboyant tree, and the sound scared me so heavily that I ran under my grandpa’s pants. I was less than five years old, and based on the experience provided by the model plane and this one, that day decided I would not be around those noisy machines.

Well, life has turned, so thirty years later, I dedicate a third of my time to repairing, designing, and keeping those loud machines up and running.
And you know what: I love it!

I write because I have a lot to say. For years, I had to keep my writing to myself because it was my therapy against living in a repressive regime without freedom of expression or any other freedom in general. Back then, having a blog was my dream.

I have journals, stories, and half-done books on my computers and clouds. I started working on those when I was in Cuba and could not publish them because I couldn’t access the internet. I used to write every day, hit the save button, and archive my work. The writing was my cloth of tears on the jail island, so I developed a feeling of love-hate with the process that, seven years later, still affects me.

Writing on Medium is my first try at using writing not as a pain reliever but whether a knowledge-spreading platform. Here, I can spread the art I have been raging for years and make it valuable and enjoyable for others.

This is the start of a journey, and I would like to share it with you. Thank you for reading me, and you can follow me on LinkedIn, Twitter.

Peace!