Xtandi
Reading about an obscure cancer drug is a constant reminder of the tragedy that has befallen us, and many Venezuelans.
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 It has now been replaced by 0’s and 1’s, by cold LCD screens, beeps and buzzes.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.
Sick people driven to despair by shortages of the drugs their doctors prescribe are an easy mark for conmen willing to peddle anything for a quick buck.
Can the ruling clique really be deluded enough to think CLAPs are sustainable even in the medium term? Or is the regime now not just openly destructive but, even worse, openly self-destructive?
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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