Inside The Rain...
The woman walked in one thought. Her young body was weakened by hunger and her eyes closed on their own, but she gained strength and continued walking, thinking of only one thing. The darkness of the night hid her face, although at that time there were few passers-by in the streets. There was thunder and then another. The woman breathed and looked up at the sky. The endless grey sky accused her. From there she felt a look that made her lower her eyes. She hurried as if in all the haste of the world.
Her dry breasts had fed the child, even though she had not fed for days. Hunger was glued to her skin, stuck in her eyes, stuck in her soul. Ever since she became pregnant, things in her house have gone from bad to worse. First it was her parents who turned their backs on her. When they found out that she was going to have a baby, they took her out of the house and threw her out into the street. Then the baby's father didn't want to know about her either. He didn't understand. She said she couldn't feed that baby. Since that day, the woman slept in a house one night, in the square the other day, and so on. When it was time to have her baby, she went to the hospital alone and was there alone until one of the nurses put the baby in her arms and told her to leave. That was almost three months ago.
The country was not good with her either. For years the country had left her exhausted, exhausted, to the limit of her understanding and support. She had stopped studying at the age of 15 to help her parents. She worked for a while in the market selling candy, then began to get on buses to sell any kind of goods, then in the squares. Until she became pregnant. Now there was no work, no food, no medicine. Somewhere her child had rights, but in that country, he and she were invisible beings, unimportant to the thousands of hunchbacked creatures with their own problems.
As he walked he looked around. He had been wandering for more than three hours. Pillars of rubbish piled up on the filthy sidewalks, rotting water in the sewers, sick and skeletal dogs wandering around like her looking for something to gnaw on, houses razed to the ground with worn paint and walls destroyed. Bitter despair took hold of her. She felt the first raindrops crashing into her body, so she protected the baby more. She couldn't hold back the tears and made her pace faster.
At the border of the city, with her eyes tired, the woman saw the perfect shelters for those who emigrated and sought to comfort their hearts exiled from family and country. Her forehead soaked in rain, the woman cried. With all her face wet in the rain, the woman cried. She cried in the middle of the rain because she knew she had won the race to the death because it was the one she was fleeing from. Indolence for her ended that day. She had come out of hell.
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Written by: @nancybriti
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Beautiful story. Hopefully more real ones will have equally happy endings. Our poor country, like cronus, is devouring its own children. it cannot tell those who want the save it from those who want and have been hurting it for decades.
A pregnant woman, or a woman with a child in her arms, which used to ispire love, smiles and affection, are now images of despair and sorrow.
When I write, I can't stop talking about Venezuela because it's my immediate environment. Sometimes I try to have an air of optimism and hope, other times sadness devastates me. Where do dreams hide when life insists on taking them away from you? I wish we could invent our own endings! I hold you tight, @hlezama
I have been asking those questions mysef. On a daily basis I just hope I don't get sick. After the most recent political scandals, I don't think we'll get out of this whole any time soon
Regrettably yes. :(
A hard, stark, very well written story. The correspondence between tears and rain is very eloquent. It is the painful history of many mothers in Venezuela, and surely in many other places in the world. Misery, hunger, the absence of possibilities for a safe life are destroying our population, making them escape to border countries in search of supposedly better conditions. Thank you for your tale, @nancybriti.
I believe that those of us who live in Venezuela already have a visa created in heaven! Thousands of Venezuelans are scattered around the world seeking to continue their dreams. I believe that where you are happy is where you should be! And unfortunately more and more, living in Venezuela can be sad and hopeless. I pray every day for things to change and for everything we are living to be in the past. A hug for you, @josemalavem.
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There is so much sadness and cruelty in this world. In NYC we walk by this woman and her child, she is nearly invisible, and hope someone else will help her. Is there no help in Venezuela? No one to give her a bite to eat? Is everyone starving?