May between memories and revolts…

I grew up in a home where there was always work. I always woke up with the smell of coffee and the perfume of my father who already at 6 in the morning was carrying the military uniform of the army of my country, to go to work wherever he was stationed. And my mother, who even having more work than an oil drill in the faculty of philosophy and letters at the university as a university teacher, had time to make us the best latte in the world and make us pray during the journey to school.

I worked while I was in college. I had been making cakes to sell and “helping” myself to have my own money since I was 14, before that I was putting groceries in the bags of customers who visited my maternal grandmother's business.

Among so many things, that I've learned...

I am sure it is talk, that has allowed me to bond with the companies I have worked with. Without owing anyone and trying to look good.

Wherever you work, the only recommendation I have for you is to put yourself in each other's shoes. Try to feel, what the other is feeling. Now, I decided to change the word work for passion, my gifts and talents that, I offer to the world and express it... Whether you are a doctor, a teacher, a taxi driver, a stylist or a bricklayer.

So you will be current.

I'm telling you this because I've been doing “the same thing” for almost 50 years and all at the same time in this country, where precisely in the current reality uncertainty weighs too heavily on people's mood, more because of the type of currency that is received in return for salary.

In that sense, the work becomes the obtaining of the daily salary to solve the food and mobility expenses and services only to satisfy basic, minimal, physical needs...to live

There are minimal expectations here and outside this country, that's why there is a high mobility of migration in America, not only Venezuelans.

On the first of May, international workers' day, while I was walking, and protesting, people close to me came to mind who emigrated (outside and inside the country), and today they did not raise the flag... they were absent this day.

This day, it was the feeling and relief of a father who works hard to maintain the present time of his children, a mother who is looking for quality of life, the grandfather who wants to see his grandchildren grow up in his country and not by phone, the lady who wants to buy medicines and food, or simply the people who want to enter and leave the country and not have to pay thousands in $$$ for a passport.

Today it was not politics...

It was the cry to add hard and honest work to this country wounded by the brutal corruption. We are citizens of the world and the limitations are our own and others are imposed... chains down... the working class of my country shouted this first of May ... it is and was a historical event, and I was part of it.

It's not a question of winning anymore... what is happening here is obvious to anyone's eyes.

This journey in my country, it made me closing cycles makes me reflect that despite everything bad, the dark, the problems, the many difficult situations that I have gone through, it is time to embrace the crisis, embrace the adversity that is lived, this allows me to receive the message that this experience came to bring me, to learn and take new steps with another look at life.

We are all in the same situation... we are going forward in this chaos and against this chaos, that for now he has me stay between memories and revolts this May 2023.