I will show you a little beyond the situation that my country is living, lived in my own flesh, I do not come to tell it from what comes out on social networks, nor the same clichés that all accounts, I will tell you my own experience that is not yet is over.
To have a family in this country is to learn to fight, it is to know that your children go at all times, we have had good times and other terrible ones, to find you in a moment with nothing in your pocket, and nothing to eat in your house is not easy task, neither physically, nor emotionally, it is grinding, listening to your little one ask you for a cookie and not having even for the bread of dinner, as they say in my country to have the fridge as a "pure water and light" pool. Working here is three times as difficult as another country, it takes too long to get the money and it leaves you in a sigh, apart from the fact that I spent hours in a queue to get food, it is degrading, humiliating to have to live like this, we have all fought for a change and it is sad to see that this change did not come and who knows if it will arrive.
Not counting the eternal struggle of not having electricity or water or gas, not finding any medication, having to endure pain because there is no pain killer, having to give birth in deplorable conditions for lack of medication, water, stretchers, doctors.
This feeling of defeat is collective among my Venezuelan brothers, this is the only country in the world where you have millions in your account but you are not a millionaire.
With these writings I do not want to create pity, much less, I want to create awareness and show a little more of the reality of my country.
One more Venezuelan.
