Soy una mujer de 50 años que perdió sus mejores años en esta dictadura. No quiero que mis sobrinos (no tengo hijos) tengan que vivir en un país en ruinas, lejos de la civilidad, la prosperidad y del futuro. No se lo merecen.

HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS

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This week, the henchmen of the TSJ expressed their support to the government's electoral fraud in Venezuela. It was a foregone conclusion, a chronicle of a death foretold, yesterday's newspaper, old gossip; however, even so, it still affects me. More than disappointment, I feel such a great impotence and indignation that it makes me have wings and fly away.
Obviously we know that here in Venezuela the powers are kidnapped, that they are all rice in the same bag and rogues of the same gang, but if there is something that we have tried to maintain in this phase of the battle, it is faith and hope. To keep faith even if the water is getting to our necks, because just as the good guys always come out on top in the last chapter of the soap opera, so we believe that it can happen to us at this moment. And I believed, by my mother I swear I believed, that an extraordinary, unexpected event would happen after this event.
But the days go by and although some presidents of other countries have signed some communiqués demanding Maduro to show the minutes, although international organizations have asked the regime to stop violating the rights of Venezuelans and have hinted that this is a dictatorship (they have not called it a dog, but they have shown it the bone), although people have left, prayed, sung the anthem and raised the flag, Maduro remains screwed in power like a tick in the ear of a garage dog.
I feel, at this moment, an orphanhood and uncertainty like never before. It makes me dizzy to talk about the future, to talk about staying, to continue, to meet. But on the other hand, I want to talk about the Venezuela that will come, more enlightened, after we come out of this darkness of 25 years. I think that like me, many Venezuelans cling to this lifeline as if our future depended on it, and maybe it is true.
Every day I search the networks and I ask myself: What are we going to do now, and now who will be able to help us? In a country that has given birth to so many heroes, I don't know if this is a bad thing, we wait for the feat, the fight, the one who will come to deliver us. Perhaps, for our children, for our young people who need a country to stay in, it is time to look at ourselves in the mirror and recognize that it is we, no one else, who are called to fight for our country. But how?
As I write this text I hear the music in the neighbor's house, also in other houses the music is heard. Soon classes will be called and we will surely return to the classrooms. Covering the country with a veil of normality is a strategy that has served the government well. Now they are also trying to isolate us, so that no one dares to bell the cat, so that everyone knows what happened here, but no one says anything, like those haunted houses that no one buys.
I am a 50 year old woman who lost her best years in this dictatorship. I do not want my nieces and nephews (I have no children) to have to live in a country in ruins, far from civility, prosperity and the future. They do not deserve it.