We agree on the first point: Venezuelans are exhausted. Now, enough. Enough. We need to return to life. Moreover, Venezuelans are afraid. Very scared. We do not understand how we could reach this general collapse. In this shipwreck of normality.
The topics of everyday life were destroyed by the hurricane of revolution. Hardly anyone talks about the movie you saw on the eve of the clothes bought in a mall, beach visited the weekend, the school achievements of children or soap opera fashion, among other reasons because there is no soap opera fashion, and no frugal issues, there is no levity possible. Everything is serious, painful, uncertain.
It speaks only of the enormous shortage. The maze of queues in supermarkets. The excessive price of life. Buying an apartment is an inaccessible event. A car is an extravaganza of figures. A market is an assault to the fortnight. An avocado is a cry in the pocket.
It speaks only of blackouts and water rationing. We are eclipse and drought.
Talks only have violence: the general and his wife killed with 30 shots, the video of the man who burned in Catia, the chef who lynched by a mistake, the criminals who killed three CICPC own kidnapping, brother or neighbor people cutthroat, duels between bands that fill the sky with shrapnel. Overdose.
There is talk of sick and desperate people. Death partying in operating rooms. A health holocaust.
No pleasant topics. They stood somewhere. Calcined.
another country is urgently requested.
When you go everyday politics affliction worsens. You're faced with a deranged government, beside himself, arbitrary to indecency. A government that is passed through the interlining cynicism decision of a people who voted for change. But for the people regime is only clapping his harangues. The rest, millions and millions, does not qualify. Are we forget that Hugo Chavez sentenced extortionate who were not Chavista as a foreigner? The avenger of the poor symbolically broke her birth certificate in the face who dared criticize him.
One only sees presidential broadcasts that transmit obfuscation and irresponsibility. You see how sprayed in less than a lap clock, the intent of the National Assembly to legislate some coherence. You see the broken democracy, frazzled, cornered in the trash.
And depression. One sees depression. The map prostrate in grief. We have become sullen, quiet people, with cloudy eyes. The country boasted to succeed both in the statistics of happiness, now gallops his comfortable first place in the lists of the world's violence, global inflation, global corruption.
good news, at least one week of common sense, a certain amount of fresh air is required.
medicines for children are requested. Urgently and massively. It is requested to stop the catastrophe.
And then has again heard in the streets bitter exodus song. Many of those who bet on what would happen after the opposition victory in parliamentary elections, now turn toward the drawer where awaits passport. Check their visa, resume questions Venezuelans and in diaspora, take accounts, assess the risk of bungee jumping. Others, a lot of others, can not even be permitted to exercise imagine. They are confined to the disaster zone. Many insist on giving the fight. But they know that this party meant last election victory ended, the ice ended, the waiters picked up the chairs, there is no longer the head of a tequeño, or the joy of a meringue. The court of the thugs, cap and gown through, shattered the celebration in little more than two months.
So what we're left?
A anxieties just need to put them in alphabetical order.
One Sunday, at the exit of a restaurant, six ladies surround me Hardening and eloquence. They fill me with questions. They want to know. They want to stop being a litany of complaints. They want to engage in collective salvation. Feeling useful and inopia not die in their homes. "What can we do other than to spread the articles you write and let off steam with our neighbors? We want to do something but do not know why, "roars in unison.
These are not easy questions. Responses are requested.
I attend the wedding of a friend of my wife. Before hanging was a welcome event a tie and attend a party. Now you think about it a lot. You know you're going to play that night life. And not worth it. But there are commitments. You think will choose the route in time back in the guaranteed start. The tie knot is pure paranoia.
Once on site something is notorious. Nobody talks about dinner, floral arrangements, music that puts the DJ. There is a single theme: the country and its derivatives.
It occurs when certain public figuration have people think you have answers. The flurry of questions does not stop all night. And the batch of ideas. A young hands me a paper written-previously, I knew I would find there - where he explains why for him the solution is the amendment. A whiskey and three pasapalos later a lawyer requires me to my next question chronic dilemma of nationality Nicolas Maduro. "That man does not even have Venezuelan identity card", I swear. A song by Juan Luis Guerra later, a lady asked me to write things not depressed. Another insists I call on the idea of positive energy through some mantra. In the fourth whiskey a security expert suggests to me that emphasizes the issue of crime and reminds me that less than 2.7% of the national budget is devoted to security, which, no doubt, is one of the explanations for the origin of problem. Questions, comments and requests extend along the party: "When will we get out of this?"; What do you think will happen? "; "What happened finally with the recall?"; "Propose a march of no return"; "Is it true that the fat Escarrá paid him half a million dollars?".
And so ad infinitum.
Everyone wants to know. And tolerance is drying up at the same rate as the Guri.
The next day, I spoke with a friend who works in public administration. I noticed he was forced to go to the march on Friday April 8 against the amnesty law. He got there with a cousin who lives in Valencia. "What are you doing here?" He asked. They brought in a bus, he was paid 500 Bs and gave him three meals. He assures me that are now increasingly at work the scowling faces, discouragement, disappointment. And many do not support the process. "And what happened?" I asked, just to be methodical.
"I got hungry," he says.
• prompted Mr. Nicolas Maduro not return insult any other Venezuelan who does not agree with your thinking. To quarantine its doctrinaire poisoning. Do not let it consume their working hours talking about the work of other presidents. Nobody cares if Rajoy is rubbish and Obama a conspirator, comrade. People are dying in hospitals, workers' president. In their homeland they are killing on the street, commander heir. Every minute of his laziness worsens the miserable life they have today Venezuelans first fighter. Do not waste time reliving his father's epic. Do not squander hours of television with cheap jokes about the virility of opposition leaders. Do not throw irresponsible accusations about crimes that bled the country. Be serious. Work. Be human. Take care of what really matters to Venezuela. Do not you realize that governs a sad country mired in misery and depression, due to its incompetence and dogmatism?
• prompted the opposition leaders who can agree. Today the priority is to activate the recall. Today April and Sunday. If the Tibisay Lucena totally ignoring the country, come the other options. It is unacceptable distraction. This is no time for internal calculations. People demand one compass, one north.
• You are asked to reduce the whine vocational pessimistic. It's time to share. True, hope needs a new dose of oxygen. There are chemicals that become our future. Faith is a difficult passion, "wrote Maria Negroni.
There is no other option than tearing into the light.
good post, we must continue spreading the message of what is happening in Venezuela
Thanks @luisucv , I will continue in my publications reporting on the situation here in my country
Where can i hear and see more?
in this way I will be publishing detailed information of what is happening here in my country venezuela and the situation in which we live, or rather survive daily @jos.denmark
Thank you for spreading the message of what's happening in your country and I'm so sorry that as humans we let our fellow man suffer so...
Thank you for your words :) saludos desde Venezuela @dking7334
Hey Isaac, maybe you should only come when called.
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