I believe when Axl starts singing Estranged, he says
something like: when you’re talking to
yourself and nobody is home. Good. I’m talking to myself just now. I’m not
at home but I think I’m pretty much alone, and I put it this way because
There’s something I’d like to say and no one can hear it. Let’s see…
Two men were standing on a line to buy some bread – and this is accurate to imply. Not because
its importance but because its relation. So here it is: a teacher told me once that
we, the Venezuelans, have a port style economy. He meant we tend to consume
what it’s brought from the sea. Well, literally, all our north long is a coast;
we have a large extension of the Caribbean Sea in front of us... I wrote what I
just wrote because wheat does not precisely grow here. We’ve been importing it
since who knows when, and the waiting lines for buying bread are usually so long
that bakeries run out of it far before reaching the last costumers. I also need
to imply that most of the people who wait for bread are poor. Bakeries offer
some other type of breads which costs are unaffordable to them. The people who
wait, do it for a specific type of bread which quality is obviously lower than
the unaffordable ones… This situation started just about four years ago and it
had gone worse since then – they didn’t know each other but it is a common
habit nowadays to chat while waiting, especially because people may spend, with
some luck, about an hour. Not a lucky day that day. They were talking about the
opposition followers. They began mocking them because their leaders announced a
six hours Trancazo from noon until six in the afternoon. A Trancazo is a way for
protesting against the government which have become popular recently. It
consists in blocking (with garbage bags, tree branches, trash or wasted things)
the main streets of several neighborhoods and avenues. It paralyzes the city,
mostly for those who move by car or bus. The two man at the bakery were
laughing because the stupidity oppositionists show by doing that. They lock themselves, they claimed in
smiles. Some personnel of the bakery came out and said they ran out of bread,
so the people remaining on the line – the two men included – started yelling
and complaining. Another man from the bakery came out a while later and said if
they behave; if they wait patiently, there would more bread within an hour. And
there were, but just until the lady before the two man. Wheat got over for the
day…
