This report was originally published by J. G. Martinez D. at The Organic Prepper
Did you ever wonder what the life of a mother in Venezuela is like?
This is not a fictional story. It is a couple of days in the life of one of our best friends, in our country, under the current conditions. Her son suffers from diabetes. He is 12 years old and has lost one tooth because he is malnourished and needs a special diet. We’ll call her L.
The Morning
She woke up early, around 6 AM. After using just a drop of toothpaste, and a tiny little bit of what used to be a soap bar for washing her face, she dressed and went to her kid´s bedroom. He was already awake, but still in bed. Another drop of toothpaste, and using the same tiny bit of soap, he was ready for breakfast. This was just a piece of boiled tapioca, with a teaspoon of margarine, and a tiny bit of ground cheese on top. A banana, and a glass of water. Eggs are a luxury item, usually left for the weekend’s breakfast. A fulltime shower before leaving would be a waste of soap, better to sleep clean at night because going to bed fresh is better once the lights go out and the air conditioning stops working.
She walked her kid about ¾ mile to school, in streets half empty, with very few cars. This is not surprising. There is no money for oil changes nor tires or batteries. There are express assaults often, usually with a couple of men on a small Chinese motorcycle (bought by the government and sold under subsidies for the “poor” people who needed a vehicle), with the one on the back seat jumping off the bike with a gun, and robbing the bystanders.
With eyes on her back, and very alert, after dropping the kid at school she walked to the avenue, just for trying to find a cattle truck or any other farm truck that are transporting people to the downtown where she worked. After texting on her old cellphone and saying she was already waiting for a truck, she quickly hid her phone inside her jeans. After 35 minutes of waiting, a truck appeared, loaded with people up to the roof. She paid to the chauffeur and the passengers helped her to climb up. A taxi is no longer an option.
Most of the people are working the taxi just under request, because of the high price of spare parts. They are contacted by phone and charge high prices, because of the added security level they offer. Some people have been robbed or even killed by using the wrong kind of taxi. Usually, their phone numbers are passed on by word of mouth, and they rarely transport unknown people.
The Workday
She arrived at the beauty, nails and hair room on time, and her day was as usual, barely enough clients to keep the business open and running. The other 5 employees had to be sent home a long time ago, and now it is just her, the room owner (very sick with untreated cancer) and another girl with two small children and an older mother to support.
By lunchtime, an old lady with a styrofoam box wrapped in duct tape arrived. L got out her dish and “silverware”, to receive her lunch. The old lady opened her cooler and quickly served to L the ration in her dish. She pays the lady once a week if she has been able to find some stuff or the cash for buying enough food.
That day things were a little bit better so she decided to take some food for her son at dinner. One rice cup, another cup of beans, and two slices of fried plantains. Filtered water for washing it down and lunch is ready. She took an empty Tupperware she had left around just in case, and the old lady served the food inside. Sticking it in her backpack, she started to sweep the room.
Shortly before the end of the closing (business close around 6 o´clock in that part of the country and pretty much earlier if lights go out because of the night arrives fast, and being on the streets without lights is dangerous) she received a text of one of the neighbors who carpools for several people living in the same subdivision.
The Evening
She quickly accepted the ride (anything is better than the platform of a truck in the rainy season), said goodbye to her boss, and got out to wait. Not staying in one spot but walking from one side of the mall to another, always in sight of the watchmen, (armed robbery, express style is rampant in the downtown these days), once the car arrived she jumped inside the already full car. Everybody is thin these days so there is always space for one more passenger. She greets the people and jokes about being on time because it almost immediately started to rain.
A light chat was in place, and she joined cheerfuly. The general consensus was “something has to happen soon”, and about where to find what product, and better price. Another topic was who had been robbed recently, and who was already leaving out the country and which route they were taking. After a 15 minute ride, they arrived to the subdivision. There was power, so the electrical gate opened without problems. The passengers walked from the entrance to their homes, greeting the driver, until the next day.
Her son was already at home. He is a kid who is 12, so he could microwave his meager lunch once he had arrived home. Another piece of tapioca, and a can of sardines. They fed the cats and their rescued puppy. They watched part of a movie on the DVD and took a shower before the lights went out.
This happened around 9 PM so they went to bed. It was fresh after all with the rain. The next day was Saturday, and she told her boss that perhaps she would be delayed because she would need to leave out early in the morning, in order to buy some food for the weekend.
The Weekend
At 7 AM she was already with her son in the vegetable shop. Prices in cash were half of the prices using the POS, but there was not an alternative. The rows in the ATMs are too long and the money was not enough for buying anything, anyways. So she bought a kilogram of sweet potatoes (better for people with diabetes, she has been told), one large papaya for juice and dessert, a half kilo of white hard cheese, some tomatoes, lettuce, spice herbs, half kilo of two different dried grains, and then most of the money of her monthly salary was gone.
She would buy some ground beef for a special lunch on Sunday, 300 grams or so. Mostly for F, her son who needed the proteins. She hurried home, and leaving the kid and the groceries, she quickly walked up to the main avenue to get another truck again before the rain started.
She had to wait a little bit, because the trucks were much more filled up than the day before. Saturdays were days when people usually went out to buy some food, and getting earlier to the few shops that still have products was necessary.
Once she arrived, there was no power in the mall where her nail room was, and one man was working in the genset that provided energy for the entire mall. Once they started the engine, the mall came back to life. Some people hurried up to the line in front of the Chinese-owned supermarket. There is a lot of Chinese-owned supermarkets, and while Venezuelan people do not have money even for a taxi, the store owners drive Tahoes, live in luxury apartments, and enjoy a lifestyle that any Venezuelan, unless it is a member of the mafia cannot have.
L worked her shift, and left in a hurry again to take the transport to a neighboring subdivision: one of her clients needed to be attended at home because she was having a special night with her husband. After having done the work on her hair and nails, she arrived home with some cash, but it was already too late to go to some place for buying anything. Going out at 8 PM is definitely not a good idea these days.
They ate some casabe (tapioca dry cakes, very typical of the east of the country but not too nutritious or filling) with tomato sauce and fried plantains and went to bed. This time lights went about 11 PM, and they could watch an entire movie on the DVD. The cats were on the bed with the four of them.
The puppy was in the living room, in a big cardboard box all for himself, sleeping like a baby.
She watched her son sleep, next to her, silently. Took the remote and shut down the TV. She wanted to cry, but instead, she gave thanks to God for another day with food.
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About the Author
J.G. Martinez D (Jose) is an upper middle class professional. He is a former worker of the oil state company with a Bachelor’s degree from one of the best national Universities. He has a small 4 members family, plus two cats and a dog. An old but in good shape SUV, a good 150 square meters house in a nice neighborhood, in a small but (formerly) prosperous city with two middle size malls. Jose is a prepper and shares his eyewitness accounts and survival stories from the collapse of his beloved Venezuela. Thanks to your help Jose has gotten his family out of Venezuela. They are currently setting up a new life in another country. paypal.me/JoseM151
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Hmmm well, that certainly does not seem too good folks. What will it be like HERE when it happens? As we all know it is right around the corner people.
Another bullshit sob story from Martinez with a “please donate, here’s my paypal link” at the end. I can’t stand pathetic people who cry some story… feel sorry for me, please give me money… Typical socialist loser always expecting others to pay their way.
I was in Aruba over the weekend. Aruba is 18 miles from Venezuela.
I asked several locals if there was an influx of Venezuelans because of the crisis. They all said NO.
Apparently nobody is coming to Aruba by boat. Must not be that bad of a problem.
Economic collapse in Venezuela and she makes her monies is doing hair and nails? WTF?
In the middle of chaos and starvation she is giving “clients” hair and nail treatments?
Ummm….priorities matter much anymore?
The same thing is happing right here in America you just don’t see it on fake news.
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KILROY WAS HERE
How about writing an article about “What Life Is Really Like For A Dumbed Down American COWARD Mom” living in the collapsing Police State hell on earth of damned and doomed New Babylon America, where they have to worry about the following for their vaxxed up, dumbed down, disease ridden, depressed, addicted to electronic insanity, Big Pharma Junkie toxic dump “Children of the Corn”:
Dumbed down American COWARD Mom’s have to worry first of all whether they will actually keep their child or should they sacrifice the child to Molloch at one of the thousands of Molloch Sacrifice Centers located ALL OVER the most vile, most evil, most disgusting society and country Lucifer and the Fallen Ones ever created.
Dumbed down COWARD American Mom’s have to worry about feeding their vaxxed up dumbed down children they did not sacrifice to Molloch in Satan’s America with toxic GMO filled horror at their favorite crime scene restaurant or grocery store in the GENOCIDAL collapsing Police State hell on earth of damned and doomed New Babylon America.
Dumbed down American COWARD Mom’s have to dumb down and vax up their children with heavy metal poisoning before they can bring them to a Luciferian Globalist PSYCHOPATH programming and indoctrination center called PUBLIC SCHOOLS in the collapsing Police State hell on earth of damned and doomed New Babylon America.
Dumbed down COWARD American Mom’s also have to worry about their children getting shot in the back DAILY by some adrenalin junkie vaxxed up dumbed down drunken bum SWORM COWARD Police Officer in the collapsing Police State hell on earth, and these wanting some “trigger time” drunken bum SWORN COWARD Police Officers are ALL OVER THE COLLAPSING POLICE STATE HELL ON EARTH OF DAMNED AND DOOMED AMERICA, so these COWARD American Mom’s have so much more to worry about than anyone else on earth with these trigger happy PSYCHOPATH lovers running around with licenses to kill.
Dumbed down COWARD Mom’s in the collapsing Police State hell on earth of New Babylon America have to worry about what kind of Trannie, Sodomite, or “Children of the Monsanto BT Corn” the children they should of NEVER had will turn into, once they stuff massive amounts ENDOCRINE DISRUTING CHEMICALS(EDC’S) into their young bodies and endocrine systems, and the only reason these COWARD Mom’s in New Babylon America stuff their poor malnourished dumbed down children with the processed GMO horror is because the obese dumbed down COWARD Mom’s are all ADDICTED to the processed GMO hell. The dumbed down COWARD Mom’s of damned and doomed America ALL suffer from MUNCHAUSENS SYNDROME, because the COWARD Mom’s of America get off on and enjoy the ATTENTION the diseases, pain, and suffering they inflict on their poor children they should of NEVER had when they feed them the EDC and chemical filled GMO hell from the PSYCHOPATHS they worship as Gods.
If you want more about what American COWARD Mom’s have to worry about in the collapsing Police State hell on earth of damned and doomed New Babylon America, I would be happy to keep going on and on, but the dumbed down KEYBOARD COWARDS of collapsing New Babylon America do not care…they would rather focus their attention elsewhere, like Venezuela, or getting drunk, or watching their favorite bread and circuses sporting event, or watching porno, or hiding out on the golf course…………….
That was very true and very funny!
No humor in GENOCIDE, but I understand humor is the LAST REFUGE of the dumbed down American coward.
Come on Ron, quit sugar coating it. Tell us how it really is. We have our Xanex prescription filled and a nice whisky prepared. We can take it 🙂
You IC persona is showing, and they are dumbing your children down, enslaving them, and killing them slowing and painfully also. I am afraid you will not be able to take what EDC’s in GMO horror, fluoridated and chemical filled water, and the electronic insanity do to your now “Children of the Monsanto BT Corn”-You might want to read the Novel of that name by the demonic channeler Stephen King, it will tell you all about what they have dumbed down, programmed, and indoctrinated the LOBOTOMIZED toxic dump American children to do when the time is right for the DEMONIC PSYCHOPATHS.
I assure you there will not be enough Xanex or booze on earth to DEPRESS what whoring out your children’s health, freedom, and future to DEMONIC PSYCHOPATHS from the inner pits of the bowels of hell in Washington DC will do to your psyche……and then there is JUDGEMENT DAY before your Creator, where the pharmakia and alcohol DEPRESSANTS will do you absolutely NO GOOD!!!!!!!!
Ron,
You could not have said it better bro. We Americans are living in just as bad or worse condition than the Venezuelans. Our kids are dumped down by stupid TV shows, Ritalin, toxic vaccines etc. The conglomerate corps, with the help of our own state and federal government, are poisoning our food supply with pesticides, Monsanto’s (now Bayer) Frankenstein foods and what not.
The s..t will hit us sooner or later and we won’t even have a country. At least there is Venezuela still. For us it will be game over. You know the bigger you are the bigger the fall.
I say to you all ‘be afraid, very afraid’. Pray and keep you faith in God and above all take the right action for prayer without action is useless. Take care you all.
Mostly correct, except this is happening in all the so-called civilized countries of the West, not just America. This is the global program and it’s not to by accident. I often have to just stop thinking about it and take little mental vacations from news and world events because the anger and other negative emotions it generates is very harmful to your health and my (homeschooled) kids will need their parents around and sane for awhile yet.
Sounds like type one early onset childhood diabetes. Don’t recall reading what type of medication the child was taking. Starches like rice or potatoes are not advised as they drive blood sugars higher than other foods. Quite a burden for the mother managing the danger there and caring for her family. I do feel sorry for them. It gives more appreciation for life in these United States.
Think about this while you prep….
Can barely feed herself and son, but has cats and a dog.
Protein on the hoof. Saved for emergencies.
It’s worse than that, her son is malnourished, but she is spending money feeding two cats & a dog!. I’m sorry but what type of mother would do that!.
Okay, I’m not sure how I got two cats, but this story is rather inconsistent, it only mentions her & a son then “The cats were on the bed with the four of them. The puppy was in the living room, in a big cardboard box all for himself, sleeping like a baby.” I know english is not his first language, but he could have got someone to check that it at least made sense. who are the “four of them”?.
They can always boil up their copies of No Logo and Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein: that would make a nutritious socialist meal :).
You can’t fill a belly with bad ideas. Maybe they will learn from this terrible experience.
All statist socialist experiments end up like this: long lines for less and less food. Grim working conditions. And eventually all the women and girls have to learn how to suck for cash if they want to eat.
She’s a true prepper, cats and dog meat = fresh meat and protein for the boy…
I have determined I will go hungry first. I have other valuable skills that don’t depend on immorality.
Me too. I’d rather die first.
By the way, sister had large fibroid tumor. No cancer, but need to monitor.
I despise liberal socialist.
God Bless the poor folks in this shithole of a country.
Liberalism is a demented Satanic Cult
Cats and puppy? Are they fed or intended to become food?
If she’s in a shack, and not like a communist stack-and-pack apt, she should possibly try to hatch some of the eggs and sprout some of that produce. Just saying.
Venezuela happens to be bordered by grazing pastures, which produce world-class meats, fishing and tropical fruit, to make a gourmand jealous. They have water. Helplessness is clearly learned and enforced, there and here.
She should grow some veggies, raise some chickens and invest in a good mattress. Get together with some other women and use those mobile phones to run a call service. She would get healthier, the sex would be good for her and the money would lift her living standards. If she had any imagination, she could come up with fantasy scenarios and make videos etc. she could sell to foreign websites (and get paid in Bitcoin). It is called being a bit enterprising.
The American spirit is one of adventure, invention, and independence. Some succumb to adversity by giving up. Others are propelled by a challenge to greater heights of achievement. I have faith in my fellow Americans, that we will confront and overcome all obstacles to our collective survival through our individual and co-operative effort.
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Bernie’s Paridise
The sad thing is, given a vote, these starving, Venezuelan people would vote for Communism again, because even with starving to death, they would not learn-even if there was not voter fraud, and there was an honest voting system. However, those in Brazil and Columbia have figured it out, and are telling those escaping to stay away.
From what I’ve read lately it sounds like L is actually a lot better off than many other people in Venezuela. Now that the military there has seized control of all drinking water sources it’s going to get much, much worse even. Good old socialism, ain’t it grand?