After midnight, when the cocks do not sing yet, the Venezuelan woman gets up. In your mind a single thought, find food for your family. Walk alone through the streets of the city cutting the darkness and begging God for his integrity, reach the supermarkets and find food at a price he can afford, that and his hungry children are his thoughts.
The long queues they find overwhelming, watching as other Venezuelan women with their children in their arms try to cover their babies from the cold, slightly larger children cry beside their mothers because they are still sleepy, while others sleep interrupted sleep in makeshift beds made from sheets on the floor. The noise of people trying to guess if they find food or they will have to return to their homes with empty hands and their stomachs quarreling, while they pray to God that the rain does not fall.
The sun almost rises and the police and coordinators begin to arrive to organize the disordered queues, people shouting, some who arrived late, desperately trying to sneak into the top positions so as not to be left out.
The long queues are already organized, the coordinators deliver numbers and collect cedulas (every day from Monday to Friday, only those who have a cedula terminal can buy, for example: only those who have cedulas 1 and 2 terminal, and so on, buy it, only from Monday to Friday) All identity cards are put in a box to be drawn. As they take out the numbers from the box, they hear the cries of joy of the lucky ones and the sad lament of the less fortunate, who must return home without the necessary food.
For the Venezuelan woman day to day has become very difficult to live, it is not easy to come home empty-handed and see the faces of your children marked by hunger, while she carries the despair on her back.
Translated into English by: translate.google.com
