I feel that the Venezuelan society is increasingly violent. In all aspects; insecurity, treatment for family, friends and coworkers. Currently, Caracas is known as one of the most violent cities in the world.
Recently thinking about the whole situation, I remembered a song three years ago, Julieta Venegas, a Mexican who in his song I had to Dar reflected the same concerns regarding his country.
Mexico is withdrawn from Venezuela, and this is well known for its culture, novels and music.
This song, I had to give it a song while having Mexican origin, can easily be the soundtrack of the day - to - day Venezuela. The Caracas you have to go to work every day, on foot, by car or subway.
In that way to go to work (earn a living, going forward, pay the rent or food is scarce) one can find from someone who wants to take away your belongings, either standing or someone on a motorcycle. The latter is common when the light is red and touch the glass car.
Similarly violence can witness to leave and enter the subway car, just let out and want to get to the force. And sometimes if someone falls, you walk over until someone takes pity and helps him up.
It is noteworthy that many of the jobs, universities and services much of interest are in Caracas. All those who want to improve their living conditions have to migrate to the city where the lifestyle is hectic and services collapse for many people.
Before, you could flee violence in the capital and take refuge in the dormitory towns (Valles del Tuy, La Guaira, Guatire, Maracay), but the violence came with as much or more strongly than in Caracas.
At least in the dormitory towns more air and space to walk, but sad that the beauty of the mountains, the sky blue, the benefits of our nature is not enough to become an independent country of violence, the minimum wage , everyday, political, social and economic crisis that is becoming stronger and more unforgiving.
The beaches are near the city and for a moment it is almost possible to disconnect. Nature, not human, the nature of this land makes us free for a few minutes, but violence destroys it. It is difficult to admire the beach, the mountains and plains knowing that violence will take away that feeling of comfort and blessing.
Like everything in life, every cause brings an effect, following our circumstances do we change, we become stronger and we get carried away by the current.
However, one always wonders, why ?. It is a purely human subject, it is not social class, country, or region. It is a situation that encompasses all areas of the human being, but until l touches us emotionally fiber simply is alien, and is something we ignore on purpose.
The source of national pride were the Misses or oil, are now alone on the world stage because they killed a Miss, and lowered the price of our prinicipal income.
Life becomes increasingly costly to maintain and so little value, at the same time.
But beyond that, there are still people working, struggling not to get carried away, to retrieve / remember what we were.
If we were violent or not, I do not know, just know that it is a disease that is killing us and that we must find, within our borders, improve each and return the light that gave us this land.
In my memories is not only violence is the Avila (Waraira Repano) that mountain, known as the green lung of Caracas, strong, beautiful, there for us, without asking anything in return. If our Avila is our lungs, the heart must be close, you just have to make it beat, fill us life again fall in love with our city, of Venezuela, because she is not to blame for what we do or fail to do.
