Unidos por Venezuela

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Is first-hand experience the secret behind true understanding? Go!

I was about fourteen years old when a Norwegian girl came to study in my school, in Venezuela, for a year. I always wondered why, among all the Latin American countries, she had chosen Venezuela (very patriotic, right?); but I never really asked her. She was nice, friendly, and worked really hard to improve her Spanish. By then, my English was so bad that I used to memorize –word by word – my presentations for English class; so even though the Norwegian girl spoke English fluently, we talked in Spanish. Our conversations were very slow, and after a while, I thought that I didn’t have the patience to teach her Spanish and become her friend. I figured that there were enough people in the school and someone would have the patience that I lacked. She didn’t finish her year in Venezuela for many reasons, but apparently one of them was the fact that she felt very homesick and lonely. Back then, I didn’t really care to think about it. Continue reading

Why should we think before we speak?

Last night I was talking to someone whom I hadn’t seen since I graduated from my first high school. About five years ago. He told me something about myself that I have forgotten, or that I never knew. He said, “What you said made a difference for us”, and I looked at him blankly, winkling like the last woman, and told him that I didn’t remember what I said to him and his friends five years ago.

“Would you mind to refresh my memory”? I said, but he didn’t remember the specifics of it, only the feeling that it made the whole day worth the wait. Continue reading

The pleasure and guiltiness of ‘being privileged’ (Plan Pais 2011)

Plan País 2011

During April 1st and 2nd I attended a conference about Venezuela, organized by Venezuelan students in the USA. More than 100 young Venezuelans came from all over the USA, Venezuela and Europe, to discuss in different committees how they thought the future of our country should be. Living in the middle of Ohio and being the only Venezuelan in my campus, I experienced a level of understanding that I have never experienced before. Many of these people shared an almost irrational love for Venezuela, the fear of not knowing when and if one day we will be able to go back home, and the pleasure and guiltiness of ‘being privileged’. Those days at Plan País (the conference) reminded me of many things that I love about my country and why I identify with it. I have been a foreigner for the past 4 years, living in places that I like but that I cannot even remotely call home… and for the first time in a long time, I felt that I belonged somewhere. I suppose that what makes me feel this is how much I know Venezuela and how its citizens work, interact and feel; probably because I happen to be one of them… there is a history that unites us, a mixture of education, slang, food, landscapes and TV shows… call it however you feel like calling it, culture, if you want. But it is something that I can’t ignore. Continue reading

Why Home?

Yes… I am back and for some reason I feel like writing here. This time is different, though. I don´t want to complain, I am so tired of it. Especially in a country like this one where you can complain about… everything. I said that this time is different because (unlike the last time I came to Venezuela) I really wanted to come back, I felt tired, bored and off. For some reason I felt that my ‘self’ was leaving me in the USA, somewhere over the rainbow I missed the “American dream”.  Continue reading

Lets face it: Colombian Rebels in Venezuela.

Today I woke up planning to write about something hilarious or philosophical, instead, I am going to write about something that is more fundamental, something that actually needs to be known. I’ll write about something that, I think, concerns at least all Latin American countries.

Today Mr. President (Hugo Chavez) received Diego Armando Maradonna (the Argentinean soccer coach, and a very good soccer player of his time) in our country. During the reception ceremony, Chávez mentioned the news that he had “forgotten” to mention (because Chávez doesn’t consults, he informs) to the rest of his government: From that moment on, Venezuela was breaking all diplomatic relations with the Colombian Government. Of course, that news didn’t impress any Venezuelan for all of us are used to see our president breaking up diplomatic relations with more than one country (Israel, for example) with and without valid reasons. The question today was: why is he doing it again? It happens that today the Colombian government showed at the Organization of American States (OAS) enough proofs to confirm the presence of Colombian rebels in Venezuela. Continue reading