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And what was it that happened??


I do not know about you ... but I was born in a country called
Republic of Venezuela.

Where catiritos, trigueñitos, brown-skinned and black boys were all equal
.

where we played relaxed and did not know to tell who was rich or poor
because one or the other was a sin.

at school where we were just kids, they respected
patriotic symbols and we wondered who they were and because they were always
them.
Where
loved and respected neighbors.

Where teachers were teachers.

Where every 5 years my parents were proud to vote and returned with their pinkies
stained purple, and looked intriguing results.

Where there was respect for the political leanings ... my dad's family was adeco
and my mom Copeyanos and never stopped talking. Where

political caravans were hilarious and there was no violence. Where the news
gave
news, and reporters had no bodyguards
or had to flee the country.

where the greatest sin of a national guard was hammering on a
sales tax.

Where was smart studying and could become president of
Maraven, Lagoven ... PDVSA.

where honesty was a virtue, not a way of being poor.

National Anthem Where we are not to mourn.

Where the number of the card was to identify.

Where we do not hear the words: Officers, Opposition Meritocracy, Imperialism, skinny ... It is that now we even have a new vocabulary.

where we were not afraid to talk on the phone.

Where children never knew what it was tear gas.

where voting was a duty, and hey! SECRET was (remember?).

where we were known for oil, good baseball, beautiful women and
natural beauty, not by the meddling of the government.

Where the priest of the church was your guide and nobody bothered him. Where

chains lasted, at most, one hour.

Where we lived our life and he was going abroad was to
study.

Where women are not playing or the petal of a rose.

Where in all groups of friends had a bueniiiisimo imitating the president and did not fear for his life. Where have

value was rising something like asking the boss.

Where freedom was just a teen asked his parents. Where

red dress was the same dress in blue, pink or black.

Where were all Venezuelans Venezuelans had no resentments,
where people were noble.

And then? What reed was what happened??
In that time we let the lowest feelings come into our hearts
??

I do not want the past governments, but if I go back to that beautiful
y respetada REPUBLICA DE VENEZUELA