The Night I Met Enzo
I had seen desperate people looking for food in the garbage, near barrios and in big avenues. But when you sit down between bags to talk to your own starving neighbour, it hits you.
I had seen desperate people looking for food in the garbage, near barrios and in big avenues. But when you sit down between bags to talk to your own starving neighbour, it hits you.
A Caracas Chronicles Exclusive: In his first interview after his release, Pancho Márquez describes a life of perpetual darkness and explains why, if you have to end up in a Venezuelan jail, you definitely want to end up next to the Cumaneses.
The one good thing about Maiquetía airport is the iconic Cruz Diez mosaic on the departures level. It’s falling apart. And pointing that out is strictly forbidden.
The government's decision to allow basic staples to be freely sold in formal shops at international prices has been a novelty in Caracas this week. In Ciudad Guayana, they've had it for months.
Today was supposed to start the same way the last eight Días de la Resistencia Indígena have: happy, hungover, and glad to stay in. Instead, Venezuelans begin today driven by a cause…or at least we want to be.
My firsthand story of the titantic struggle pitting plumbing vs. surgery at Merida's University Hospital, and the patients caught in the middle.
When a President-chosen-by-lineage tells his VP the same thing his predecessor told him, you really start to wonder.
A tour into the mind of Julia Buxton, flag-bearer for a strain of the European left that's now ready to accept that chavismo is a disaster, but not ready to stop hating Venezuelans who've said all along chavismo is a disaster.
For years, Venezuelan budgets have been a "saludo a la bandera" - a purely pro-forma affair. Now Nicolás Maduro tells us he can't be bothered to do even that.
If you can't read Spanish, you're cut off from the full dadaist zaniness that official propaganda has reached in Venezuela. Here's a taste, translated from the latest issue of the hilariously weird word-salad collection known as the CLAP Magazine.
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