First, the asphalt on the street deteriorated. He was followed by the street lighting: burned luminaries. There is no one to claim. There are authorities, but the efficiency limps.
Immediately, behind it came the collapse of the residential telephone service of the National Telephone Company of Venezuela (CANTV). Total disconnection. The dead line for several months. I have formulated the claims and procedures indicated by the operators of the offices in the city of El Tigre, Anzoátegui state, without positive achievement. After prolonged waits in the calls to a number indicated for the report of faults, in which perhaps the only attenuating one is the songs that make you listen, very few times they attend to me.
The three times I have been treated, the form is the same and my answers are the same. And the final answer of the voice that answers to the other side of the line: "In 72 hours your case will be attended". The hours pass, the days pass, the weeks pass, the months pass and the dead residential telephone line and of course, the internet service as well. Of course, you have to pay the monthly fee for the service if it is not used, otherwise you will be removed from the line. The bad service of the Cantv has reached the height of the scam. Attending recommendations of users who have suffered or suffer such discomfort due to the lack of communication over the phone and via the web, I have used friends and not so friends who work in the company to see if through them, more directly address the case.
But nothing. Such mediation has been fruitless. We go back to the drum beats and the smoke signals. María Castaña must feel happy.
To the upheaval of the residential telephone isolation, the increasingly serious public transport service is added, now almost extinct. The one that remains is expensive, terrible and shameful.
Trucks with cages for cattle transporting humans. Trucks "kennels", the most perfect tracing of misery. Under the indescribable capacity of resignation and oppression of the Venezuelan people, you can not ask for more. Those are the vehicles that are rolling, in addition to a private bus, which has managed to survive the scarcity and exaggerated prices of auto parts, rubbers and batteries.
The government units, as it was seen coming, are a red scrap metal. The people, in addition to the torture of the queues, when it gets, sacrifices some of the money in cash, and even if it is a long and waiting at the bus stops, it tackles some of the vehicles that with their monoxide wake load passengers
People make the sacrifice so as not to throw so much "leg" on their destiny. However, every day is more people on foot. Just as those who say that "being rich is bad" likes it. They should try something of their own syrup. Surely for them they fix more new armored vehicles, while they assemble carts for Juan Bimba that holds silent. If any voice emits, it is the slight rumor of faith in its most healthy belief. Stroke of souls.
After feeling the reduction by 70% of the public transport platform, the deficiency in another essential basic service arose: the failure of drinking water. A bad day stopped coming with the connection of the periphery bombs that is how it reached the community in which I live. It is said that the cause is well maintenance (maybe it is, the habit as a habit takes a hundred times more than normal in a common operation); it is said that the thugs stole the cables from the electric board of the well; it is said to be a sabotage against the management of the opposition mayor of the Simón Rodríguez municipality of Anzoátegui state.
So much is said that words already increase thirst and anguish for not having the vital liquid in the home, dry the throats. It is here where you verify, that already that popular saying that shuffled the boast of the goodness of the human being expressing: "a glass of water is not denied to anybody", was buried. It is here that you realize how expensive drinking water is in Venezuela.
A drum of 200 liters has the price of one thousand sovereign bolivars. It has always been held that under the soils on which the city of El Tigre is located, they make up one of the richest aquifers in the world. Until now it is pomp. And if it is, little does it serve the community of our day. It happens, evidently, keeping distance in the comparisons, as with the Orinoco Oil Belt, vaunted as the largest proven oil reserve in the world, but by nature, what benefits of progress it brings to the communities that surround it and to the same country ? More has contributed to the baskets of corruption, than to the quality of public services. It is not a matter of resources. It is a question of power, administration and moral entrepreneurship. That is difficult among many mission looters. Time will have the word.
Other fundamental services and that the State must guarantee according to the Constitution of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, are food, health and safety. I do not include them here. They are an unspoken part of the daily suffering of the Venezuelan population. We know of the hardships that must be suffered to receive them. In the sector where I live, the popular wineries went bankrupt. The original functions of the Mercal and Pdval posts disappeared. The program of the Local Committees of Supply and Production (CLAP), appears at election time. Miserable portrait of the degraded fourth republic.
In health, the Barrio Adentro module that exists, opens its doors in the morning hours from Monday to Friday. Their services are not even the shadow of when that mission started. The sick, or are cured with faith and mental disposition or with plant waters. Thanks to providence, the plea to the supreme forces is infinite.
You have to understand that in Venezuela, the biggest disease seems to be the government itself. It has undermined and dominated the resistance of the population. He pulls her, he blows her. The strip here, there. Tell you this today, the other tomorrow. It entertains with cruelty and cynicism, and the population as sick as the nation itself; raided, giving himself cipotazos goes like the child that runs behind a toy. In Venezuela the procession stopped going inside.
We look like a village with ashes in the soul. The fire, the light, is ruled by the rulers. If any shield or concession is granted, it must be understood that the barrage that comes immediately is strong. There is no peace in misery. The ability of the worthy user was lost.
The authorities together with those in charge of governing the administration of public services, to the extent that these deteriorate, leave them adrift without attention. Indolence tends its mantle. If something is attended to, it is a palliative one. Nothing to eradicate a problem. Nothing to advance.
The current solutions are for "meanwhile ..." This is how natural science left the cloaca in the throat of the trembling fish. But to this fish there your biological device works. In contrast, in Venezuela, problems accumulate. The services get worse. The central government, rotating its own people, jumps from one project to another without specifying results. Many times, the projects or proposals remain in the simple announcement, that although the chief executive puts emphasis on his "fearsome" sentence of "enough is enough!",
They do not even follow up. Behind the chief executive it would seem that when he raises the announcements of "let's do ...", there is a cache of goblins, stealing them, lassoing them to the immense pit of inconclusions where, after a certain time, the fungi of the lies rot them. They rot to the extent that the Venezuelan being has lost the ability to demand quality. Conformism is atrocious.
In the country there is a kind of social diabetes. Public services and fundamental rights: health, food, communication, transport, security, roads, lighting, hygiene, etc., as they get worse, cut them, amputate them. They remain the good of God. The quality of the mutual ecosystem is dismembered.
How to sustain progress in the body, in the organs, in the will of the country, if they are the same blind as always who throw a knife? Who can be saved from those who seek perpetuity to be saved among them. The government, by stimulating the growth of the factors that are said to fight, borders on conviction. Their fear has been transformed into deprivation for the majority.
Caution is good in a government, but not fear. Less when it leaves as a trace the opposite of prosperity. The impoverishment is a whip. Populism, as it does not like to see the bruises inflicted by its cruelty, usually applies it to subdue. Sad of the poor man who does not cry or suck.
