I gave you my time
I gave you my whole life
I gave you my love, every dime
They told me it was… a crime
– Sonata Arctica – The End of This Chapter.
My dear Venezuela, what have we done to you?
How have we allowed for this evil to change you into this place where I don’t feel I belong anymore?
It’s sad to see how we, brothers and sisters, have hurt each other in the name of others that just care about what they can take from us, without giving other than breadcrumbs in return. We allowed this. We empowered this.
We are known for being one of the happiest people in the world, but that is just because we live in a constant denial. Denial that turns into laughter in order to cope with the pain of seeing injustice, hate, crime, lies, power abuse, performed in front of our eyes, by and against our own family. We are a family.
By making fun of politics, robbery, hospital crisis, murder, we have built a safe bubble of lies. We live in an idiotic version of the reality, in which we repeat ourselves that things are going to be fine, whilst we are handing our mobile with a gun against the back of your head.
Things ARE NOT going to be fine unless WE MAKE things fine.
There are tons of ways to fight, maybe you haven’t found out which is the one for you. Maybe you do know and you expect others to do it in your place. It’s OK, but please, don’t complain.
I have tried many different ways to fight throughout the years. I’m definitely not a front-liner, at least, not in the traditional way. I’m better as a support or strategical officer, or even as a resource provider. I’m also good at talking to people, and setting the spark that ignite hearts willing to take action. That is my way.
But now, let’s set things straight. I am NOT willing to sacrifice my youth to a place so twisted that I don’t even want for my future children to live at.
Even though I’m sure that the most beautiful places and people ARE in this land, this beautiful people has grown the seed of hate and greed to a level so toxic that is killing all the beauty around.
I mean, shit! This is an earthbound paradise! And we are sucking the life out of it and, in response, it will suck the life out of us too. It’s the nature’s way.
I’m sorry my beloved Venezuela. I don’t know you anymore.
You can rest assured that your name is carved in my heart with tricolour ink and seven white stars. My promise is to carry your name as high as my arms, legs and wings can reach. To do my best to clean your name and for the truth to be known outside your walls. An ambassador of your beauty. An storyteller of your greatness. A voice that can be heard when you are unable to speak.
But for now is my time to leave.
The countdown is set to 27 days. The schedule is tight, but I’ll make sure to carry with me the greatest amounts of memories my heart can carry, so I can fondly remember you. Your faces, your places.
Maybe you wonder why I didn’t chose Spanish for this words. I’ll tell you. Using my mother language to say goodbye to her is just as cruel as feeding bacon covered sausages to a baby pork.
Thank you, Venezuela.
You’ve made me the person I am today, and I’ll look forward to be able to shape you, somehow, someday.