Hello! im jon Velasquez again with my very shabby writing, and now i want to talk about those who have decided to leave from venezuela, with hopes and a suitcase full of dreams or those who went alone to go fuck in another country have the same fear. To be stranded outside their beloved land without the possibility of living as normal people, because like many who did not achieve their goal, staying in the squares of a place that is not their home and living in the open in the border area is a recurrent terror in Venezuelans who emigrate. I do not feel proud to call them "exiles" but sadly it is the definition that best suits them, they can not live but they can not return to Venezuela either.
The worst of all are those people who fled from a reality for which they voted and will demand rights, support and protection from a government that is doing too much to accept even when they try to break the rules just as they did in Venezuela, without remorse and taking the ranch in their mindset, Although not everyone has this way of thinking and the truth a lot of people just try to be the sustenance of his family.
I am afraid of ending up being one of the thousands who must sleep in squares or in shelters in Colombia or Brazil, I am afraid that things will not go well because unfortunately I have the gift of making bad decisions even if I have thousands of good options, I will always take the worst. It's like a gift I have to learn from my mistakes but in a way where I always get hurt. Normally Venezuelans take the idea of being accompanied by economic issues and income, I hope that my group is skillful enough not to let me fall in some bad choice.
I put myself in the shoes of those who could not fulfill that destined goal and after leaving everything and selling absolutely all their belongings and even their houses in Venezuela, they arrived only to wait sitting without moneyto eat and have to beg, being excluded by the outside inhabitants and classified as "homeless", without the possibility of recovering everything they lost. Without a return ticket and with your hopes broken. While in Venezuela the political fight seems to have no end.
The theatrical drama of little budget was in total evidence in Barranquilla, where dozens of Venezuelans sleep in the open.
"Nobody is here because he wants to be, this is not a pleasure to sleep in a flat. We are in a situation, because of a need, "says Nazario Vargas, a Venezuelan who left everything to find nothing.
The basic needs are overcome in the first light of day. I imagine Looking for a way to subsist and send something to my family. While on the cold nights I could be accompanied by some forty or fifty people who arrive while the dark night is falling. Many of these "exiles" are engaged in the so-called rebusque, selling red, sweets and minutes in the public space. My friends who, thanks to an outside force and all powerful, are doing well, tell me that in Barranquilla more than a large number of Venezuelans have been taken care of in matters of health, registration and cedulación. The truth is that I have no reason to emigrate to Colombia or Brazil and that most of my acquaintances are not in those countries and it is better when there are more people who can support the trip I have planned to do but that will only happen if I collect the necessary money.
