Have you ever wondered how people who live in Venezuela feel? The feeling that your dreams your desire to study or just to distract yourself with your friends vanish as if it were paper the flames, it fills you with agony, stress and depression, that your desire to learn is becoming mediocre because the best teachers leave and that the only alternatives are expensive and charge in pain, which is NOT! We won becomes a very toxic circle that only the topics of conversations are of the situation country tires, you are only a zombie with feelings and that you do not commit suicide for not having the guts or for having hope that one day the country will settle (what I doubt) and you can neither go out nor live. In my case, not being able to study music makes me feel empty and the only thing that made me happy vanishes.