Author: Caridad

I can’t really be sure that this is a science fiction series but I am sure that I feel like one of the characters in Black Mirror recently. And I believe many Venezuelans will feel the same way today.

We could make a cantata to bread; it has been with humanity since the beginning of time and maybe until the end. Could it be that the end of time has come to Venezuela?

I don’t know why, but every time I hear or read the story about King Midas, I begin to hum a song, the chorus of which goes like this: “Go hide, the garbage is coming.”

Out of all the dogs in the pack, the hippie dog was always the one everyone loved the most. He arrived when he was still a puppy and he learned to dance straight away to the sounds of drums, maracas and the four dogs who were regulars in the yard.

There is a new entertainment in the atmosphere here in Venezuela: the cryptocurrency. To be more exact, the petrocurrency. Meanwhile, the egg is the true currency of ordinary Venezuelans.

It’s a tradition here in Venezuela to eat a meal of hallacas (a kind of seasoned cake or tamale), chicken salad and a ham and roasted pork for the holidays at the end of the year. This Christmas, many Venezuelans weren’t able to enjoy this meal, not even in part.

Sebastian and Aurelia are two elderly persons I met a few months ago. Sebastian is about 70 years old and Aurelia is almost 90. They don’t know each other personally, but aside from their advanced age, they have something else in common: they both receive a state pension.

Leaving the “system”, “matrix” or whatever you want to call this wild and psychopathic group of people, with or without traditions and with more or less “civilized” ways of surviving, is a long journey.

This death song is never-ending. And dying is natural, but when lives could have been longer it stops seeming so natural. And when the sick person suffers more than they should have, it pains everyone who knows this person.

The title of this article won’t go unnoticed by the Cuban people, at least no Cuban who was born before the ‘90s. This was the end phrase of every cartoon episode which we knew as “Deja que te coja” (Let him catch you).