THE FAILURE OF HOPE

Hello my beloved steemit family, next I am going to publish a video that they sent me to the Facebook account and which made a big impact on me, it made me very sad to see the reality of my beautiful country, and that they are foreigners who publish the truth, since in our television channels you can not appreciate or hear the news of the true face of my Venezuela, unfortunately this is the day to day of this country, the queues for gasoline, queues to buy gas, tails for medicines, tails for basic food such as rice, sugar, pasta, flour, and that for people who can spend 24 hours to queue and buy two flours, but there are people like my case that I have a job and I have to take care of it, that's why I difficult to queue to make that purchase, likewise I can not buy at the prices of bachaqueros as they are told here because it does not reach the salary, that's why we manage with cassava arepas, chocheco or green cambur, ahuy loves and so on to be able to have something to feed us, although the prices of vegetables already reached a point that can not be purchased either.
I have seen people on the street and sometimes young people checking the garbage to get food from there, not only is seen in the video, but you see it and you live in the streets of this city San Cristóbal - Venezuela, it is difficult to think what we have arrived. hospitals across the country in chaos without supplies, doctors, nurses and professionals are migrating for a better future or better to survive, on the weekend they commented in a site that I found that the pediatric unit of the social security hospital San Cristóbal is practically closed and will be moved to the central hospital to keep the equipment that is still there.

In the case of political prisoners, there are two that broke my heart, two brothers who were 4 or 6 months in prison and were handed over to their relatives in recent days, almost dead, burnt with cigarettes, dehydrated, malnourished and compared the pictures of the before and after and the change is impressive, they are unrecognizable, his mother thanks God at least they are alive, and saddens the story of what they lived in that hell just for not agreeing with the process.

But we always pray or pray for our situation to change and we can go back to the old country, where you went to the supermarket and chose the brand of the product of your preference, the amount you wanted to buy, we currently buy what we want when we can, what is achieved and is a sacrifice to achieve something, where you can say, where you can walk in freedom, like the song of our NACHO.

We ask our God to enlighten us and help us cope with this situation, which day by day tucks us up and takes us to the bottom of the abyss.

LIFE VENEZUELA, MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY.............