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Fleeing Venezuela Before the Elections

In the long hours that remain until the Brazilian officials start attending to us at 8 AM, I talk with some of the people near me.

Leading up to the presidential elections in Venezuela, many, like me, have predicted that Maduro will not recognize the people’s will.

The fog blends with the shadows of dawn. At first, they are amorphous figures, like shadows moving in search of absent bodies.

All of Venezuela has suffered the consequences of corruption and death of institutionalism. However, the elderly have lost the most.

In these animated gringo-Venezuelan adventures, only the coyote’s usual fall into the abyss is missing.

One can be having their morning coffee, and suddenly see how the apartment fills with chubby, tall men dressed in black with masks…

One wakes up and the first thing you do is check if the electricity is on. If not, you calculate how much time may be left until the cut-off.

Normal, we are in a dictatorship, right? That’s how dictators act, if they call for elections, they eliminate their opponents.

On Sunday the primary elections of the opposition parties in Venezuela were held. The hard work of candidate María Corina Machado bore fruit.

Not that power outages had died out, like the huge reptiles of the past. Power cuts were always sticking their heads out of our windows…