This crisis is perhaps the worst in our history. Not only because of the magnitude of the deterioration, which is already enough, but because it is happening without necessity. It is a crisis induced, by ideology, by ignorance or by both, the result is the same. See the situation in which the country is rage, frustration, amazement, fear, but above all, much sadness.
Venezuela without medicines, which is reflected in the desperate face of a mother looking for an urgent antibiotic for her son or a son looking for human albumin to save her mother's life. With the infrastructure on the floor, which subjects the population to hours or days without basic services. With the highest inflation in the world, which destroys the ability of people to buy. No bills or coins to pay. With galloping shortage, making huge queues to buy a bread tap. Begging for a box of government food that may or may not arrive and on which entire families depend who can not protest at the risk of losing what they are given, sometimes every month, sometimes quarterly, sometimes 12 kilos, sometimes 10 and do not ask or leave.
And then you understand those who left and those who leave. First, many of those who had more did. They took their families and their wealth away to protect them from what they feared would happen and happened. The pulverization of the value of their investments in Venezuela, which today must be put almost to zero in the balance sheet of the companies, as in the case of Sofia, Pedro and Ramón.
Then many of the most educated and trained went away. The country became hostile and caveman. His professional development was compromised. While technology, science, medicine, education advanced in the world in leaps and bounds, in a globalized world, his country was moving back towards an unimaginable primitivization in the 21st century. In a focus group they told us: "Venezuela is Macondo. And Macondo is beautiful and tasty, but you can not live there. " Then the most prepared doctors left ... and the youngest ones. The boldest engineers ... and the youngest. The most international economists went ... and the youngest, the administrators, the journalists, the musicians (including the cuatristas), always the most willing to take risks ... and the youngest.
And then began what had to begin. The others are leaving. Those who have no assets to lose, but families to maintain, in the middle of a frightening hyperinflation that they do not know how to face or understand. It's Maria without company. It's Richard for Panama. It's Linda for Madrid, Juan for Bogotá, Francisquito for Quito and Johnny for where the bus leaves for Lima.
And the farewells of every day put that sadness in the soul and in the heart of the population that stays and leaves and leaves the most promising country in Latin America, turned into moribund factories, construction companies in intensive care, media with oxygen cylinders, schools without teachers, universities without a PhD or Internet, hospitals without specialists, theaters without artists ... towns, streets and dead houses.
And you know what? That nobody can stop this bloodshed with discursitos, threats, prohibitions, or self-help messages. Only by getting the population to understand the challenge: participate in all the boards to defend the return to economic rationality and real democracy. Unite us around an ideal and a dream and articulate ourselves to achieve it. Only then we can put the tourniquet, operate, sew the wound and start again. What is the magic word? The usual: Union, and all that and those who stimulate it will be the key to success ... and vice versa.