Venezuela, a country full of riches, with beautiful landscapes, impressive places; it changed out of nowhere,
We only see how every day our country collapses like rain from heaven, Venezuelans cry to the see how our country is ending. Only God, our Lord, knows when everything I know is going to stop is living in Venezuela. I had to migrate, leave, leave a mother, brothers, a family. It’s hard go out and seek a better life for our children, running the risk of losing them along the way. Mourn sadness, feeling nostalgic for the great process that Venezuelans go through when entering a place totally unknown, face danger, the scams of many people, lies, mockery; some humiliate us because we are foreigners.
