There are already more than 60 hours without electricity in Venezuela. And this was my day.
I decided not to go to the march towards victory. My cell phone and my camera had no charge, almost no water left for me to shower and I have no money or form of transport to get around.
I was able to charge the cell phone at the power plant of a community that kindly offered to do us the favor. That was yesterday at 11 AM and it is only at 4 a.m. the next day (today Sunday, March 10) that I receive enough signal to inform on Twitter and read their comments.
I have just a few pieces of bread with butter and a lot of water in my stomach. Decide to sleep voluntarily while waiting for the electrical energy to not concentrate on stomach pain, fatigue or anxious waiting for information. Of all, the wait to know what the hell is happening is harder to do ... and more when you find out that nothing is happening.
I went with my mother to a shopping center near the house to look for food. The giant is in the dark and all the vigilantes are concentrated in a single entrance, we ask them if Farmatodo was open and tells us that the only open place is the center of Madeira, but that there is no point and they are only cash and currencies . and euros in cash).
Discouraged I pretend that I am going because all I have is 11,000 in my bank account and my mother tells me no, that she has 5,000 Bs in cash, that she checks if we can buy something. Enter the premises and a young caretaker tells us the same as the others: "There is no point, we accept cash and foreign exchange."
My mother and I go between the corridors. She tells me once more 20 years. In total there are 1,200 bolivars, not even for an envelope juice. We separated and the minutes returns with a Bimbo bread that costs 4,710 Bs. We make the row in one of the two open boxes and the cashiers taking out accounts to know how many bolivars are in each dollar. I ask them how much they make the change: 3,300 Bs x dollar.
It's good to know, although I have no way of buying anything. A gentleman behind me carries batteries, candles and cookies.
We paid for the Bimbo bread, headed home and had 3 bread and butter tapas. I'm hungry but my stomach can not stand it anymore. I spend the rest of the day reading or checking my cell phone receives signal, sometimes I sleep, sometimes I wake up, I drink water and I keep sleeping, as much free time as there is nothing better. I do not know what happened in the march, I do not know anything about my loved ones, I do not know what happens in the country ... and the sad thing is that knowing nothing really happens.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning on Sunday, March 10 and I can connect to Twitter. Desperate messages, people who have been robbed, returned to use electricity in the country, the march ended without problems, electricity returns to certain areas. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm furious ...
A few hours before The mother of a friend tells us that the Eurobuilding is in a review of people who stay there because they have food, electricity and water. Most are Chavistas.
What a manguangua, huh?
(He finishes writing this at 5:27 AM with hunger, fatigue and deep anger, the day he tells me that socialism works by throwing a lemon)
