My family moved to Valencia, Venezuela when I was three. When I was ten, we moved away to Montreal, Quebec. I remember being surprised with the tears that came, unbidden, as we taxied down the runway, scrub plants and red clay soil, like an animation, moving faster and faster by my window. And then it was blue. It was sea.
After 6 years in Montreal, we returned home to Venezuela, to Caracas this time.
For a myriad of reasons, though I wanted to, I couldn’t stay. My last visit was in 1988.
Maybe it’s the imprint of youth but my heart still yearns for Venezuela and it makes it hard to belong anywhere else.
Today, Venezuela is fighting for her freedom from a dictatorial and tyrannical regime which operates under the guise of a social democracy. This is not socialism. True socialism is humanitarian and works towards equality among the classes. Nicolás Maduro, president of Venezuela, has dispatched the military and given guns to his supporters to kill and intimidate, violate and torture those who peacefully oppose him.
And that is why I ask, if you’re a praying person, pray for Venezuela. If indignation with fortitude is your way, raise up your voice! If you’re the hacking type, scramble this regime.
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Here’s a link with some good information: