A dream of green grass
I was born in a Caracas barrio, and my mom worked in a mayonnaise factory. When I told her college was impossible, she showed me a line in a brochure about a scholarship and said, “Let’s try.”
I got in. I graduated.
And when I handed her my medal, she said, “I dreamed of that green grass too many times; it had to come true.”
May 275 min read
Venezuela’s Latest Blockbuster Film is Also a Hard-Watch for Exiles
I was afraid of watching this story about a young man navigating the protests and the repression. But I left the cinema feeling proud.
May 272 min read
In search of lost empathy
When my grandmother got sick, it wasn’t a politician or a headline that saved her, it was a group of firefighters who climbed fifty-six stairs, carried her down in a stretcher, waited outside a lab in the dark, and shared empanadas with my family. In the middle of a broken system, empathy showed up quietly, without fanfare.
This, too, is Venezuela.
May 273 min read
