20 years ago we learned that the country was on fire, poor people abound in this land so I was really tired of broken promises and repeated so much poverty 20 years ago was fulfilled what some warning between concern and disbelief ago 20 years down the hills.
I was a boy, was in the final year of college, this year I graduated from high school in science, lived in a bubble of comfort and good life without my middle class family, was a millionaire - and on Friday Black 1983 had slowed the economic rise in my house.
Oblivious to the events and with clear interests in my head -go to school with my friends and live, all without working for my father provided me all- it lacked the depth to understand the full extent of what was happening, without thereby stop feeling anxiety and uncertainty in my beaten middle-class homes, the intellectual heir of one of the players in the generation of 28.
On February 27, 1989, had just taken office as President Carlos Andres Perez, terrible figure of the most frightening new rich opulence of the 70 in Venezuela, conductor of the most indolent waste and incompetence that had seen so then, and architect of the crisis, in all vertices, which lived in the country since 1983.
The alleged promise of a new distribution of wealth to the poorer sections, he rode back into power after elections in which the motto was P'al Goch EL 88!
people's disappointment soon, as advised by "extraordinary technical" and subjected the country to the guidelines of the IMF - there was no alternative given currency reserves amounted to a few months and the situation was desperate for international credit- imposed an economic package, which caused excessive inflation immediately, which was much more than a bucket of cold water to the people who voted for CAP, and a nasty surprise for the rest of the population.
The shortage was the day our daily bread, and a worsening of the situation became unsustainable population, all in less than a month, after the most outrageously inauguration held at the height of the coronation of king-which of course attended, taking to whether 5-story Eurobuilding in Caracas, the dictator of Cuba, Fidel Castro, now a mentor to our president, our current leader- misfortune, is forcing the country to tie pants, size inconsistency and impudence so great!
My mother released on February 28 to market, we were all waiting at home during the 3 hours he was absent, the phone stopped ringing -house phones did not exist in Venezuela-. The calls were to warn the passing of the "hordes of looters", people from the slums which led to looting and auto markets, my mother was in one of those buying, to get quiet and paid their bags intact, first learned of the exaggeration of the rumor. However
was no exaggeration that the city was actually burning, the population decided to go out to express the hatred held for years and absolute disagreement with the way of life and burden sharing to overcome the crisis that led to looting and theft, and the government's response once the situation calmed, was peppering the population and generate the most atrocious violation of human rights who has lived Venezuela, killing hundreds of people in their homes, most innocent, and without trial, in a country where there is no death penalty. Years later they discover the shocking evidence of this in a lot of land south of the cemetery, where they ended in a mass grave of hundreds of bodies from the event.
near my house, a Automercado was looted, and the National Guard, with orders the Presidency of the Republic and the military, shot during an eternal minute, during which time my mother was screaming wildly that I throw it to the floor, while I peered in the window, without realizing the danger, the scene the next day destruction and dried blood on the floor, showed what happened, the memory still gives me chills.
In those days, Curfew, days when there was no school, no work, days in which our rights were suspended, but did not know that it was, the boys of the middle class we met in homes others to play Sabelotodo - the game of fashion-there to stay overnight as from 6 pm until the morning he was forbidden to drive through the city, which is made holiday as unforgettable as irresponsible in the midst of what was happening.
The best friend of my sister, a medical student, obtained permits to be able to move around the city, and so partying amid the frightening situation. There was applause for the work to the Minister of Defense at the time, on arrival at a show, which took place long after the Teatro Teresa Carreño. Followed the party, and divorce all around Caracas to other, once again we stood back to reality, it brought us no good consequences later, and remains a matter for resolution.
At home, the crisis grew, was further weakened the power of money that my dad produced, and yet no major unmet needs in fact to some luxuries we allow the sweat of my father Fenton , while 80% of the total population continued to drift in the same misery, misery today after 2 decades is far from resolved.
A month passed before the situation is completely normalized, but the consequences of the events of February 27, 1989, feel today, as there were derived attempted coup d'état 1992 who settled in the political arena to Hugo Chavez, hence popular fermented and visceral desire to change, at any cost, the political establishment dilapidated and useless, and finally there came the possibility of a new "messiah" full of hatred and spite, to interpret the wishes of the people angry and stirred up, and was erected in the Maximum Leader of the country to do exactly the same corrupt than their predecessors, with the aggravation of the destruction of institutions and democracy.
So, from that Caracazo, the Caracazo eventually suffer again because the underlying reasons for this grim event in 1989 are still valid, but some is not time, because without doubt, one day, again, go down the hills.
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