The answer to Chilean performance “A Rapist in Your Way” (Un violador en tu camino) reaches Caracas in two different demonstrations, divided by politics and united by results: mockery and dogmas against a necessary message
In a country deeply ravaged by a complex humanitarian emergency, hormones are just a part of the innumerable supplies gone from the health system, and they're essential for those desperate to reach their true self.
May 1st gave Caracas a crowded chavista march and a constellation of anti-regime protests severely repressed. Four young Venezuelans have been killed so far since Tuesday morning. The unrest, again, is nationwide and people look determined to resist.
On Easter, Venezuelan barrios and villages choose a prominent political figure, build a doll, and burn it to mark the end of the Holy Week. The press usually covers it because the custom registers who the population is blaming for its problems. This year, Guaidó had his baptism of fire, along with Maduro and Trump.
At Caracas hospitals, every one of the innumerable problems is getting worse, while colectivos and security forces threaten everyone who is trying to help or even get some answers about the extent of the crisis.
This is Caracas before Night 4 of the blackout: a ghost town where behavior is increasingly similar to those of apocalyptic novels and movies. Ordinary citizens feel completely abandoned by the State and have no clue of what to expect. The US dollar takes over the survival economy, cash only.
We’ve been able to hang on for 19 years in one of the craziest media landscapes in the world. Now, the difficulty level was raised abruptly with the global pandemic. We’ve seen different media outlets in Venezuela (and abroad) cutting personnel to avoid closing shop. This is something we’re looking to avoid at all costs, and it seems we will. But your collaboration goes a long way in helping us weather the storm.