These last few weeks I’ve been visiting two schools of ballet and dance, here in Caracas. There are girls so small you can hardly see them on stage and others more grown that are beginning to surprise with their talent. (19 photos)
If I had to store all my dreams in one place, I don’t think a sack would hold half of them. I’m not referring to what we usually do when we want to escape from the present: daydreaming. I’m talking about the dreams we have at night
This wasn’t the first time that Virgen talked to me about when she visited Cuba. About 12 years ago she went to my country accompanying her sister who was receiving medical treatment .But it wasn’t only in Havana where Virgen first befriended Cuban doctors. (10 photos)
Since arriving in Caracas, I’ve gone from having one flu to another. I live next to a highly trafficked avenue, but I go out almost every day, either walking or taking the bus or the subway. My contact with “reality” is almost complete, though it seems like the flu is part and parcel of that reality. (7 photos)
I imagine that many Venezuelans begin to feel anxious every time there’s talk about a minimum wage increase because it doesn’t benefit those who don’t receive a minimum wage. However, they too are affected by the steady rise in prices. (19 photos)
The children in my family couldn’t go out to the street today. All of the schools and child-care centers of El Paraiso, the zone of Caracas where we live, began closing their doors as of yesterday. Today, none of them opened.
I really didn’t have any desire to go out, but curiosity got the better of me, and since the subway is free on May Day, I went to see how they celebrate “Workers Day” here in Caracas. (26 photos)
Venezuelan women have no rights when it comes to decisions about their bodies. One woman dies every week there due to clandestine abortions and their consequences. Although a leftist government has ruled the country for 13 years, the criminal code seems to be governed more by the Catholic Church.
Thanks to the tabloid issued by the Caracas Mayor’s Office, I found out about a couple of performances scheduled for Cuban singer Amaury Perez. Advertised as free, I didn’t think twice and invited my partner, who had never heard of him. (7 photos)
Beatriz, I believe, is the name of the young girl in 1103. I live in 1203, with my room just over hers. At times, in the early morning, her voice floats up to me as she speaks in anguished tones with someone on her cell phone.