I don’t care about Maduro, as far as I’m concerned, they can shoot him if they want. What matters to me is walking through the streets of my city and seeing the faces of fear on my neighbors. The military patrolling to prevent looting due to panic. It’s a collective hangover, a horrible one.
It’s 2016 all over again. It’s seeing despair entering the circulatory system of all Venezuelans, only now it’s more sudden, and we are painfully aware of it.
This is far from improving, and we know it.
Nobody’s ever asked for more. Just be there. Block, obstruct, make your voice heard. Civil disobedience. Keep up the pressure. The punishment must follow their deeds at once, or they will never even consider toning down. Even if you cannot light up the powder keg, you can start 100 small fires. Metaphorically speaking.
We stand with you.