The ordinary Venezuelan, until recently, a generally hard-working, gentle, caring, cheerful, enthusiastic person, despite his few or many difficulties, today that peculiar personality of being a Venezuelan, has been invaded by a series of daily situations, which have hit him psychologically and clearly affecting his personality ; they range from a simple depression, despair, anger attacks, to name a few to suicide cases a Thus creating a domino effect and definitely affecting the whole society.
On a normal day, a Venezuelan mother wakes up at least 4:45 a.m. in a provincial city in the morning to leave some breakfast for her children, even though her work is 25 blocks away from her home, she takes her children to school on foot because there is no public transportation and waiting for one to show up is the same as being late for school as she is for work. Although there are two other options that would be to take a pirate transport that charge double or triple the amount stipulated in the official gazette, there are also the so-called "perreras", which are vans, trucks, "cavas" that without having the minimum security conditions transport people for high ticket prices. When he takes the child on his way, he walks resignedly to his part-time job, and at the end of the day he has to return with the sun at its highest point with a temperature of about 40 degrees Celsius.
The Lunch ends unbalanced with the little food he was able to get for that day, in an electric kitchen because it has cost him a lot to buy residential gas, since it is not sold, nor is it dispatched as it was some years ago, now we must ask God for an operative in your communal sector and that it be from the gas cylinders the size of his.., if you're lucky after you've cost the canister and queued for several hours, you may be able to buy it for up to 1000% more or exchange it for a regulated food product such as rice, corn, flour, oil, sugar... That most of the times it doesn't have and to get it the purchase with a 1000% surplus of price what they call "bachaqueados".
If it is the day he has to buy for the ID number, he walks to the business that sells him the product that has arrived that day, he must stand in line and deal with the many bachaqueros of the trade that arrive after she arrives, that is to say, he has to pass first, the queue is outside in the street in full sun or rain for several hours minimum 3, must endure that the living, the delinquent, the "bachaquero", the policeman, the national guard pass before her, because they do not respect the people of the queue, destroying the dignity, if she manages to buy she returns to her house tired of so much to stand and tired of so much impotence.
He gets home to think about dinner; with what to accompany the flour that I buy, that the cash is not enough to buy some bananas cheaper because with the debit card has a cost of three or four times more than with cash... You must go to the bank about three times to collect the cash to buy the bananas in 250 thousand bolivars because of the control of the cash that even though you have a lot of money in your bank account you can only withdraw 100 thousand bolivars, or 40 thousand, or 20 thousand or 10 thousand daily, depending on the bank... That is also an early morning odyssey, queuing up outside the bank, praying to God that the friends of the people in front of you do not arrive, but that they leave later and asking that the line of the bank not leave, because if they do, they will lose the hours of queuing and return defeated and without money.
This is the most common Venezuelan reality, it is sad to see and feel how life goes from queue to queue with so many lacks, injustices, and abuses. The Venezuelan feels like the worst garbage in the world trampled, outraged, desperate, indignant, but, even with the Hope that Someone from outside, from this nightmare wants to do something and rescue what little remains of the Venezuelans.