Broken families, rotten society

My subjects are always about food or my daily life, I have even written about cryptocurrencies. But today I have a feeling of nostalgia about my family, broken and separated by bad times. My relatives (and probably I will) have had to emigrate to find a better future. Ending many traditions of entire generations. Many Venezuelan families are going through this situation.

According to figures provided by the United Nations, more than four million Venezuelans have emigrated since 2015 and warn with concern that this figure could soon double.

Our compatriots are fleeing the economic crisis, insecurity and multiple tragedies induced by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse that ravage our homeland: corruption, dogmatism, populism and disability.

His bestial presence has unleashed an unprecedented destruction of what was once one of the most prosperous economies on the continent. In fact, between 1920 and 1980, Venezuela was the fastest growing economy on the planet and our currency, along with the Swiss Franc, the strongest in the world.

Each sword strike of these 4 spawns has been able to decapitate entire sectors of our economy as happened with the oil industry, the agriculture leaving a sequel to hunger, shortage and malnutrition, the health sector with the consequent wake of deaths and diseases, the services public leaving without electricity and without water to entire cities, education which empties schools and universities that are left without teachers, professors or students, the manufacturing sector causing the closure of thousands and thousands of industries, where prosperity was once manufactured for Venezuela.

Anyway, as luck of Genghis Khan whose hordes left nothing in their path, these Horsemen of the Apocalypse have destroyed everything, killing, stealing and looting without contemplation and deceiving a people who were led to believe they were redeemers when in reality they did not they are more than an abomination arising from the evils of hatred, resentment and lack of values.

But I do not want to insist on data or figures that, although devastating, fail to describe the magnitude of the tragedy measured on the scale that counts most: human suffering.

I refer to the suffering of those who are forced to leave everything fleeing, in precarious conditions, towards an uncertain future looking for in other lands what their land was denied.

I refer to the suffering of the parents who accompany their children to the airport without knowing if they can see them again. To broken families, spread over several countries that will fight in places where they have no roots and where it is therefore much more difficult to achieve the goals that in their own homeland would have been within their reach.

I refer to the suffering of a society that was proud of its history that had brought freedom to other neighboring nations, a society that had generously welcomed those who had been fleeing their own tragedies, but that today are often perceived as a burden for those who had once welcomed.

I refer to the suffering of some grandparents who have been orphaned by children and grandchildren and who stand up every day paralyzed without the illusion of recovering that family life that was once the reason for being in a daily struggle. To the anguish of knowing that each child is delivered to their own fate and that one's fate is trapped within a chaotic whirlwind of absurd events that must never have occurred.

I refer to frustration over achievements and lost opportunities. To the uncertainty that omnipresent fills the spaces previously occupied by hope. To the dejection that every morning overwhelms many when waking up with the sensation that everything that could have been is escaping them like salt and water between impotent hands that before were able to work with effort a future full of compensations.