lunes, 29 de enero de 2018

another taste…





A little taste from a beer: a black one; a black one that puts some of my thoughts chatting with my memories, so I remember Berlin. It was my first trip as tourist to Europe; I had been in Frankfurt before but it was as a musician: something I’m not being for a while.
By that time - Berlin, not Frankfurt - we had this mechanism so called cupo and, while others used it to bring dollars for making themselves more stable, I used it to know some of the world, and thanks God I did it, now a Venezuelan hardly makes ten dollars a month…
I actually feel this remorse when I reach thirty dollars because it is not common, so I write while having a beer, a beer that costs more than a working day for most fellows. I get a little taste, another one, and see this picture: no one can even buy something just for pleasure nowadays. Everything is only for the necessary, so you can understand how guilty we may feel for having a beer. I get another taste. In a time when every working hour is just to calm down hunger a little, the president says he’s running again because, surprise, we’re having elections within three months. He practically doesn't have opposition, well, he does; the majority hates the guy, his people know it, the thing is he controls the bureau, the army, the courts; everything from the public administration, he probably controls the opposition leaders, although that's just a rumor. A few days ago the Supreme Court released a sentence that forbids CNE, the electoral power of the nation, include the coalition of the opposition members, who had been unified as a single party. Divide and conquer, and we’re everyone for itself. There’re also anti-government people who despise their representatives (their own, not Maduro’s ones) as much as the president, so you can imagine who may win. I get another taste. I picture myself three months from now and wonder again how could this guy and his people actually have supporters: I know why, but still, l can't get it, what I can get is another taste…

Hunger is the best tool for these politicians, the promise of being fed without working looks like a paradise on Earth, in this case Venezuela, and it’s just a promise, they don't even have to, let's say, fulfill it. Last December they said on national TV they were importing (because we don't produce a shit anymore) pork meat for all and it didn't happen. There were even riots for it. They said, again, on national TV, they were not to blame but Portugal (at first) then Trump (it used to be Obama before) and then Santos (the president of Colombia is always guilty of something) It has to be someone from abroad unless the responsible lies on the opposition, in that case that person will be guilty of charge for sure... and yes, their people believe those things and I won’t take another taste because I took my last one while realizing we haven´t realized properly yet; this could get even worse, worse enough to stop writing and posting because there won’t be time nor resources for it. I still have a twitter account, I mean, we’re bad but there’s more to worsen…
See you!

miércoles, 17 de enero de 2018

opinioners




Running out of toilet while sitting, with a little stomachache too, make you feel vulnerable. I didn´t realize of it because in these times, one pays more attention to the mobile. I was came in reading both hands (one for taking my pants off) News are the entertainment nowadays. There’s always something to expect from journalists; about anything, and of course, our new rock stars: the opinioners. They got us waiting for their perspective and foresight, especially now that we no longer have an open television network which channels can actually broadcast with liberty. No, we don´t. In Venezuela anything from the media is regulated by the Ministry of Communications unless the program come from a pro-government network: if that’s the case, anything is allowed, so in order to be more or less aware of the current and upcoming events, we must check the networks our government don´t control (yet, if such a thing is true. We’re not sure anymore) Twitter, Instagram and, inescapably, we’ve become addicts, start believing many things which not necessarily are true. This is the field we play on: the field of not necessarily true, so in order to get an idea or a wider approach, the balance must be set with: not necessarily false. That’s how we get information: not knowing, always wondering, hesitating, and that’s how we get up every day to go to work: always angry…

Always angry is how we get along with each other and maybe, that’s why, I just can’t stand anymore a countryman now living abroad generalizing: especially those ones younger than I am. It might be due to the information we manage (because I’m not the only one) or the economy we deal with. My point is, this anger is always on… and we also have to deal with feelings at our relatives, friends. Let’s picture a disagreement between a couple in addition to this anger: explosive, right? I’ve read some stories of soviets and this is pretty much alike, so will be our way to feel I guess. Now I’m calling my wife for help because she’s standing just where paper is. The thing is… we’ve had a fight. I just called her. I’m waiting…



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