Memoirs of a Venezuelan Pariah

Vidya and me

Ah, video games, an ever-stable plateau in my otherwise turbulent and unstable life. It was through them that I was able to learn the majority of the broken English that I wield today (along with bootleg Disney VHS copies and surprisingly easy to pirate cable back in the day); through Read more…

Life in Venezuela

Growing up in Revolution

We’re approaching the twentieth anniversary of the rise to power of the Bolivarian Revolution.  Twenty years, something that’s easy to say, but those words convey a heavy toll on every Venezuelan. I can’t believe two whole decades have come and gone like a snap, and boy let me tell ya—it’s Read more…

Memoirs of a Venezuelan Pariah

The weight of it all

This past month has been quite taxing for me, both physically and mentally. From bureaucracy, depression, a little bit of anxiety with regards to the whole panorama, some personal regrets of my own, other personal life stuff (my asshole father for example), to the ever-growing hyperinflation and ongoing Venezuelan disaster, Read more…

Life in Venezuela

Longing for Normalcy

I’ve never had a ‘normal’ life—far from it rather. Back when I lived with my Father his family despised me, my mother, and eventually my brother for the unforgivable sin of existing; I was scorned and execrated by almost all of them and their supermarket empire—which in recent times became Read more…

General

A plea for help

This post is long overdue, I’m running out of options here and I would be lying if I said I don’t feel desperate and powerless—more often than before. My mother is a Doctor with an assortment of specialties, Anesthesiologist, Algology (the study and treatment of pain), Palliative Care, Occupational Health, Read more…