One particular day ...

I have been walking for a long time through several residential areas of Maracaibo, my city. And I have noticed that everything looks deteriorated.

The result of a city abandoned by its people, already exiled from many hearts and left to oblivion.

Abandoned houses, empty streets.

While the owners of so many businesses and properties left years ago for new horizons, all their belongings were frozen in time, as if waiting... Perhaps, changes of guidelines in the country.

A cloud of sadness covers the roads, they are streets without soul, without voices.

Observing, and reflecting imagining the families living in those places, the open businesses, the people with so many projects and hopes. Melancholy came over me and I felt sad. It was like an awakening of consciousness within so much loneliness. I had not felt the difference as much as today.

So many, and so many people from my family and closest and intimate environment have left and are lost sight of. The account is lost. Yes, there are fewer of us. But the emptiness is already felt.

It has happened to me on several occasions

In order not to get into melancholy at least I think well there is no traffic although I prefer it, but there is less chance of crashing 🤣

My city is destroyed, lonely, with the emigration of more than 8 million people, life changed for everyone.

The country where I was born is a land of courage, wealth and dignity. We must not allow it to be destroyed by those who only seek power without love for their people, for their fellow human beings. We must defend our own, take care of every dream and every family.

Silence makes us complicit, which is why many people have emigrated to other countries. Being an immigrant today is more than a change of country, it is a daily challenge. It is learning to move in another system that does not always accept us, in a climate of uncertainty where the laws change and the future is never assured. But it is also the proof of something bigger, the ability to resist, to adapt and to keep going despite everything.

To migrate is not only to change the country, it is to change one's life.

The people who emigrate from my country, product of the great inflation that even me, has us with great uncertainty, besides there is no stable electric energy, there is also a lack of piped water, domestic gas is deficient, I know from my environment people who are terrified thinking that if the country situation continues like this there will come a time that even making a market will be uphill.

And although we sometimes wonder, was it worth it, to emigrate?, the answer lies not only in where you ended up but in everything we lived through when we made this decision.

No one can take away the experiences, the learnings and the people we meet along the way.

To migrate is to learn, to let go, to adapt... and to grow.

I always tell people who want to emigrate because of the deplorable social conditions in our country: if one day you decide to return to our country, it is not a setback, it is to return different, stronger, wiser and with new tools.

What I wrote in this unedited post, I had to say it, and that means that my heart is full of many expectations.

Janitze.🌷