We are not the kids we used to be
Maduro is Yoko Ono. Discuss.
Maduro is Yoko Ono. Discuss.
Reading about an obscure cancer drug is a constant reminder of the tragedy that has befallen us, and many Venezuelans.
My big, fat, trying-to-survive-Maduro wedding.
The extended Venezuelan family is a thing of the past. It has now been replaced by 0’s and 1’s, by cold LCD screens, beeps and buzzes.
No flour, no chicken, no friends, no help, no social life.
Few people who live in exile can get through the day without the Venezuelan crisis invading their insides.
Survivor’s guilt for Venezuelans in exile.
Living without electricity is not something this fútbol fan can get used to.
Talking to cab drivers can put you in touch with a whole other side of the nation’s crisis. It can even give you a needed dash of hope.
How a single, bad development essay came to blight Venezuelan development thinking for the next eighty years.
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