terremoto

The earthquake of reality.
It’s incredible that something so striking has to happen, like the one we Venezuelans experienced on Wednesday, June 24... We lived through despair, frustration, and above all helplessness at seeing our own people die due to the inefficiency of a state— a state that, in theory, was built for the protection and defense of its people.
I lost my best friend. That 24th, we went down at night to see where he was, not thinking he had died; we just imagined he was walking around, helping others. Along the way, the first signs that his building had collapsed came in. Even so, we didn’t believe it. We refused to believe it—it was impossible. Around 12, we finally arrived at the destination: Costa Brava Building, Los Corales. And yes, there was only rubble, fallen walls, desolation, anguish, and families running through the streets looking for help from the few firefighters who were trying with all their might to pull the victims out of this tremor.