Since I know I should be leaving a
few words written before I go, here it is. I’m trying to come up with something
while typing these letters, but I don´t know, nothing comes and I probably won´t
have any other chance until tomorrow perhaps, perhaps not even; let’s see…
Three days ago we’ve heard about
some changes at the economic scenario (in Venezuela there’s always an important
and vital change that will decide our fate – this time – for good) Changes lately turn into more waiting lines to be standing and less chances for people’s achievements
of any kind. Now something has just come up, in English, which is good I guess.
We’ve been forced to establish a sort of cruel relation between Changes and
Chances. It is only a letter you substitute, but it’s a whole different thought
and this is when the cruelty arises: every change the government ordains
actually kills somebody’s chance. So food and toilette paper are not the only
thing we’re lacking (I know you’ve heard some about it) we’re running out of
chances by executive orders. I know these previous words look foolishly tragic
and it’s not the point. The fact the chances get less pushes everyone do
something (I’m writing to you, for example) A new concept of hope is now going
along with people’s doings. A pretty girls tries harder to look prettier
because now she knows pretty won’t be enough anymore, and something similar
happens with a robber too, he also tries harder, especially with the problem of
the bills. I hope myself too. That’s why this blog exists…
I’m running out of time, by the way.
Thank you, for every time, for everything…