My Dad: the story of the Venezuelan who could
People say Venezuelans are lazy. They've never met my dad.
People say Venezuelans are lazy. They've never met my dad.
This is only my second Father’s Day as a dad. The experience exhausts all the adjectives you can think of. It also changes your outlook on life.
I write these lines when you are days (or hours) away from been born. Who knows? This might be the first "Father's Day" we celebrate together in Venezuela.
When Mayor Jorge Rodríguez decided to slap a tacky Salón de Fiestas onto the roof of the 344 year old Caracas City Hall, architectural purists were appalled. In fact, his is just the latest in a four-century history of non-stop desecrations.
Watching Venezuela burn from far away, people naturally feel a need to help. In the first of a series of post, we vouch for Prepara Familia, an NGO doing amazing work helping the families of sick kids.
The Premio Internacional de Novela Rómulo Gallegos, once one of the Spanish language’s highest literary honors, just became the latest victim of Venezuela’s crisis.
I was among the Venezuelans who somehow made our way to a stadium in the far-off Korean city of Suwon hoping to witness a miracle.
Venezuelans fleeing the country have taken arepas with them to share with the world (you're welcome), while those here feel lucky to eat one once in a while (thank you, Chávez).
In honor of Día de Portugal, we look at the sad state of a once proud immigrant community whose home country is now making contingency plans to evacuate hundreds of thousands of nationals out of Venezuela.
Here’s what we know about what the Holy Father knows about Venezuela that all of us know already.
We’ve been able to hang on for 22 years in one of the craziest media landscapes in the world. We’ve seen different media outlets in Venezuela (and abroad) closing shop, something we’re looking to avoid at all costs. Your collaboration goes a long way in helping us weather the storm.
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