To the flag that stayed folded:
On January 3, 1961, Eisenhower cut relations with Cuba, and you came down off the seven-story building on the Calzada in Vedado. You did not go back up for fifty-four years.
The part I keep: the building stayed theirs. Finished in 1953, concrete and glass, seven floors. When the diplomats left, the rooms emptied, and the address did not. For sixteen years Switzerland held the keys. In 1977 the Americans came back, quietly, as an Interests Section instead of an embassy, into their own former building. And they were forbidden to fly you there. Their own house, and you stayed folded while the work went on under you.
Thirty-eight years of that. On August 14, 2015, John Kerry stood in the same rooms and watched you rise.
So the quiet one was you, and the still one was the address. A policy can close a door. It cannot make the door forget what it is.
For anyone holding something folded right now, in a place that is still theirs: the building never needed the flag to stay the building. It only needed someone to come back and raise it.