As my tourism visa here in Venezuela expired a couple of weeks ago (it’s completely illegal to work with only a tourist visa), I needed to get a “Rif” at the National Integrated Customs and Tax Administration (SENIAT) office. The “Rif” is the Fiscal Information Registry, which is needed for any work or serious business activity.
The opportunity to live alone is something that, for many Cubans, is as impossible as finding God inside a church. When I first came to Caracas, I was worried because I knew that I didn’t have a definite place to stay.
Is Hugo Chavez Alive? This is the question continually being repeated by the media inside and outside of Venezuela. The idea that his death is only a matter of medical devices that can be disconnected with the whistle of an order is the news being featured in Caracas newspapers.
Two men in underwear — each pair emblazoned with the US flag — were hitting each other indulgently in a boxing ring. In front of the big screen on which they appeared, a Christmas tree was swaying chaotically.
The vast Venezuelan savanna extends for hundreds of miles. At this time of year, the dry season, not all of the grass is that pleasing color of green. That’s why it was perhaps better to look towards the clouds, the sky and the sunsets – which I’m sharing with you. (12 photos)
We may be gradually dying, without shedding a single drop of blood and we can be killing little by little, without shedding a single drop of blood. And since there’s no blood, there’s no photographer or video crew coming to film this death.
Who was so interested in not seeing the Yukpas come to Caracas? Who was so interested in not having the voice of the Yukpas heard on the national media?
A few years ago the Ministry of Popular Power for Indigenous Peoples in Venezuela was created. The ministry has had its achievements…and made some very major missteps as well. In the last few weeks people have again started talking about Sabino and the Yukpas in hushed voices.
In recent weeks, the spirit of the people of Venezuela has been like what I can only compare to a baseball playoff. I’m making this comparison from my point of view as a Cuban who has never seen the streets of Havana spontaneously filled other than in the final series of the playoffs, especially if the capital’s Industriales team plays Santiago de Cuba.
What makes me laugh most is that those who taught us all that trash never believed it themselves. I imagine it must have been funny to them, playing a trick on a naive child knowing that only with time would the youngster discover the cruelty of the joke.