Crisis Protest
Nobody expected to experience the worst economic challenges and political protests in Venezuela. Since 2002, protests in Venezuela have been very common, but the most significant protest began in 2013 when Venezuelans started to be more aggressive in the protest of the government. Everything began when Venezuelans selected Chavez to be president from 1999 to 2002, but people started to notice that Chavez was causing the country to deteriorate. In 2013 Chavez passed away, and Venezuelans started to celebrate his death. However, nobody imagined the nightmare Venezuelans were going to experience. Since Chavez’s death, Maduro has been the president of Venezuela, and things were deteriorating even worse. The previous protest was insignificant compared to the protest experienced in 2017. That one became a nightmare. Venezuelans, suddenly, started to mix the food, medicine, and gas crisis protest with the political protest, and nobody cared about the gravity of this situation. This protest had created a disaster, affecting each Venezuelan family physically and mentally.

During the protest, finding food was like discovering a treasure. Many Venezuelans killed each other just for a piece of bread. The desperation of some people unable to eat or feed their families guided them to death. In fact, this period was very traumatic in my upbringing because I saw my friends getting nothing for breakfast or lunch. Even though the situation was critical, I was thankful to my mom because of the three dishes she managed to provide for the day. Due to this crisis, my mom had to work hard to get food. She had to pay a little bit more and sometimes she contacted friends who could sell us food. That was the technique my mom used to feed us at that time. After days, the protest was getting worse, and my mom decided to create a storage at home. She transformed a walk-in closet into a big storage area, and my mom stocked minimum five packages of any item. For example, there was a rule that there shouldn’t be less than five packages of water, bread, or pasta. Anything but no less than five packages. Regardless of my mother’s hard work, there were still moments of lack of food. There was a moment that even weather Venezuelans with high standards couldn’t find food, so they went from eating three to four times a day to eating once a day. This situation affected my stomach and caused problems with my digestion. Now, the food crisis has improved in the last four years, but nobody will forget that year.
In addition, many Venezuelans passed away in the protests. Venezuelans used to fight for the country to make a change, but it was very aggressive. The protests caused the death of many citizens due to bombs, tanks, and destroying stores and houses. In fact, some of my friends died from participating in the protest. Some of them died going to do their daily task such as going to the supermarket or going to work, and some died during a protest due to a bomb from the police. When I found out that my friends passed away, I experienced a very hard time because I talked with them hours before their death. Moreover, a few of family members died on a trip. My maternal family decided to travel to escape from the chaos for a couple days, but that travel ended terribly. On the way to Angel Falls, a bomb fell into their car by accident causing their death. This news affected me terribly emotionally and mentally, but especially my mom was horribly affected.

Furthermore, I experienced the worst traumatic moment in the protest. When I thought that everything was over, it was just the beginning. Home was not even secure during this protest. Some Venezuelans were attacked in their houses, and unfortunately, I was one of them. The protests started getting more aggressive and one day, I was at home with my family and praying that nothing bad would happen. On a Wednesday at noon, a group of people aggressively entered to my house yelling at us for not being outside fighting for our country. After they entered, those people thought that we were “Chavistas”, which means that we were from the side of the president. They started to slap me in my face, stole the food, and stole our car. I couldn’t feel worse that day. No food, no medicine, no gas, family, and friends passed away, and my family and I were not even secure at home. It was a feeling that I don’t wish for anybody. After those events, nothing can compare to what I felt in 2017.

This protest affected Venezuelans in many ways. Some Venezuelans even lost their memory about what exactly happened due to this traumatic situation, but for many, it will be an unforgettable year filled with difficulties. Having lived days and months without electricity, water, food, medicine, and even without gas was one of the adversities that Venezuelans have experienced. After a storm, comes the radiant sun, a beautiful phrase that my maternal family used to say. Although the situation in my country is still bad, I’m now in another country and starting a new life, but I still hope that things in Venezuela can change.
This essay was written in memory of my deceased family members and friends.











