Why I Regret Leaving Venezuela: The Difference Between Bugging Out and Becoming a Refugee

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I’ve been thinking deeply about everything that has happened since I chose to leave Venezuela. (Whether it was a poor choice or not).

When things started going really bad, I had some reasons to believe, because of being partially isolated, that we were going to be subject to forced isolation; some abuses I saw being committed to coworkers inside the oil industry and without my major source of income just worked out to reinforce that idea. In those days, sanctions were not yet in place.

Suddenly I found myself with an email from my former online employer terminating our relationship. After recovering from that iced bucket bath, I started to look for some solutions immediately. One of my friends lost his phone while jogging and the thug who found the phone could get him into deep trouble. He was very close to being imprisoned. This was a close call because despite not having a position with much responsibility, there was a witch hunt so intense that it made me see it was just a matter of time before some jealous person would start messing with those not supporting the status quo.

Without any means to fight against these kinds of attacks, I decided not to expose my small family to such trauma. I had some savings (now long gone) but they were in a prepaid card, and it would be due in a few more months. I had no means to get that cash in any ATM in Venezuela, nor incorporate it to any payment system (something I have done now, with plans B, and C, and even D).

Looking back, things could have been done differently. We could have bugged out to our cottage. That was the original plan but the now-ex didn´t want to because she doesn´t have good relationships with my immediate family, and all of her family was abroad. It was not possible with just one salary and a house to maintain to make all the improvements I wanted at the cottage. We set up our townhouse instead, not up to the standard I wanted, but more or less to withstand some time without getting out. Just take a look at its description in my former articles.

For those fantasizing a Hollywood style escape (maybe with a guy like Brad Pitt on the driver´s seat), ramming other cars, with your team shooting out from the windows, in the middle of a general mess and a bloodbath, a dog-eat-dog fight around you…unless you live in a VERY bad part of town or in a place like Yemen, or some other similar location, I have a reality check. Forget about it. It´s just not likely to happen.

That is not what happens when you leave.

The real concern is that you and your team or family will be hunted down by whatever law enforcement happens to be around, will be declared a military target and will be statistics of crazed civilians in the commander´s report that afternoon. On the “positive” side this could be good for someone´s career: the one commanding the platoon that went after you.

The nature of our local SHTF is VERY complex. If you want to try to even begin to understand it, I will do my best in future writings. It has been an agony, especially for those living on government wages. Another portion of a very few fortunate like me, with an online job, could manage it for a while. But after a while, things went to heck because of the difficulties to keep even those jobs.

In my case, I had an alternative power supply but needed a constant internet connection. Without that, I couldn’t survive financially. And after a while, that affected my performance at the job and I lost it. THAT was my SHTF because my wage on the day job was just worth enough for a couple of weeks of the month. Nowadays it wouldn´t even be worth a couple of days of food.

Maybe we did it wrong

In our case, the “bugging out” should have been in a hauling truck with all of our stuff piled up inside, up to the roof. Our family group would have become bigger.   And much happier (with the logical exception of my ex who just happens to hate my mother but that´s another story).

Don´t get me wrong. I´ve learned a lot in Lima, and here, despite having to work a lot (whenever I could get a decent job). I’ve been able to feed my family properly and kiddo has been more or less happy. As I’ve mentioned in other articles, my decision was because of the abuse the mafia lords who wanted to impose on the people handling foreign currency. Of course, there were a lot of black market speculators, risking themselves selling currency out in the open, and this, albeit not entirely illegal, was subject to the discretion of the political commissaries. Generally speaking, they would throw people in jail for some time depending on how much money could be paid to release them. Nothing new here. This happens in a lot of other failed states too.

The main origin of my regret is, I could have had my place prepared instead of supporting my ex´s family (in my own house) and consuming resources that could have been used to tune up the cottage. With that place adequate, we could have had some means to weather the worst of 2017, 2018 and 2019.

Living off the land is not that easy, and I know that, but there were some cash reserves that could have been largely extended, and more important, the place would be adequate, all the facilities would have been developed already.

This would have become a quite important lesson for our kid: resilience. Endurance. Self-sustainability. Independence. How to resolve problems on his own.

You can’t necessarily rely on a day job to be happy and wealthy. Family unity is the most important and valuable thing we can have.

There are so many lessons to get out of this. It is almost sad. Power and internet Blackouts would be hard to overcome, that´s true. But with an old telescope and a sky encyclopedia, our kiddo would have learned a lot, maybe even modeling his future career choice.

This is such a big, impersonal and arid city, that I just can´t stand it anymore. This is not a “bug-out” for me. On the contrary. I feel like I was dragged out because I had no other option at the time. But that´s just my personal story.

And there’s a big difference between bugging out and becoming a refugee. We were refugees.

What was bad about being a refugee?

People immediately notes you’re not “one of them”. This can be either good or bad. If you’re a male, expect every female to not pay attention to you. Most of the time they will ignore you, and be plain rude. For some reason, we males are (at least in my limited experience both in Ecuador and Peru) seen as “menacing”.

As for women, most of the Venezuelan females know how to defend themselves, and the sad news of her being killed has been because they´ve been attacked by real psychos. But the authorities of the countries just look away. They´re just foreigners. Who cares?

Not being “one of them” unchains opposite reactions in most people. Kids look at you funny, some of them with a little fear, and some others with curiosity. Older people sometimes are friendly (I guess their own personal experiences shaped this behavior). In many cases, they can be really plain hostile and offensive.

However, thanks to my…let’s say not exactly inoffensive aspect, I’ve been more or less overlooked. Even in the worst of the xenophobic attacks in Peru, or Ecuador, we remained unharmed. But those selling candies and other snacks on the streets had a hard time. Many of them are illegally here, and they are subject to authorities’ abuse. Terrible things happened because within the migration wave there were plenty of misbehaved people.

Those people would make all of us look bad. They made our lives hard and they still do.

How migrants are treated by others

Being a migrant you´re aware that, no matter what, you stick out. That means you sometimes will have to dress in plain colors, or even disguise your accent. Kiddo picked up the local accent quite fast, and sometimes I asked him to ask the questions. I´ve got some training in voiceover, and my Peruvian is good, but I just don’t like to go around being someone I´m not. Bikers are authentic.

I witnessed some older ladies harassing street sellers every now and then. I never intervened, but a negative look to express dislike was more than evident and usually, the aggressor would respond by shutting the heck up. People say sometimes my eyes can pierce steel when I get mad.

I would say that generally speaking, there is a positive balance regarding our treatment. This can be especially because of the children. I´ve met and been befriended by very good people, and in some other instances found myself being a target of xenophobia, but this was uncommon and coming from people with very low cultural level.

Fortunately I had the chance to shine professionally speaking for a while, and my environment was mostly professionals. Therefore, there was some degree of consideration. I´m a polite person, and even though not being the most sociable man, I know how to perform in that environment. I just received some mistreatment of an elder engineer, but the poor guy just felt threatened by the young and capable engineers flooding the local job market.

Our treatment has been fair enough, and I suspect those people could have their quota of migration experience abroad. Peruvians had it rough in the 90s. Oh, and interestingly, their problems were thanks to the local communist party, too.

Getting a job

This was never easy. I´m not a young man. Therefore, some jobs demanded a lot of me. Work shifts here like waiting tables or some kind of hand labor are 12 hours or more. Being a foreigner, that is what is expected from you. And without any complaints. Depending on the job, even Saturdays, leaving just Sunday to rest. That´s something entirely different from my former job.

Not surprising. This is a HUGE city. Yes, there are plenty of jobs, but the payment average is barely enough to make a living: pay a room where you can´t cook, so you have to spend most of the money to eat at the myriad of street food places there are all over the place. Depending on your family situation, you could have some left to send home…or not.

I´ve met doctors selling donuts in a public park in Quito, Ecuador, and engineers working as cooks at restaurants in Lima. I was lucky. I had some savings and previously had developed skills that would allow me to work from any place using just a laptop and an internet connection. As well, I am a seasoned engineer, English speaking, with tons of common sense and a good memory.

Most of the migrants I know who speak other languages had it easier too. One of my friends learned English because of his love for music, and he´s in the USA now, family and all.

Getting a job without papers is not easy, and that would lead to abuse, in most of the cases. No rights, no possible claims allowed. In some extreme instances, the employer took the passports from the people. Should this happened to me, I would stand up quite straight, and very politely, with a wonderful smile, would give precise indications to go to F him/herself.

I read a lot about the experiences of foreign workers in Saudi Arabia and know what could happen. And getting a job in our area, paid just like a local, is something that horrifies them, by the way. I asked them a fair wage (30% under what a local asked, to be clear) to go for one of the positions, and the little lady at the other side of the phone was terrified. Sure, because I´m giving out 15 years of experience and tons of study all of my life, for free, honey. That´s highly disappointing.

Just for the record, there was in 2019 an injection of 150MM$ to the Peruvian economy, with almost 750K migrants from all of the social classes in Venezuela. Already prepared, experienced and seasoned professionals, being highly underpaid with a regular wage, providing high-quality work…well. You would have to know our former society to realize it, where everyone had the chance to develop themselves as professionals. Therefore…thanks for the free lunch, fellows.

Oh…wait…there wasn´t one!

Tons of migrants have decided to leave by their own initiative, and many have decided to come back. There is noise enough to know a change is coming soon.

How being a refugee affects the children

Well, I can speak for my kiddo. I see he´s had a mixed reaction. I found myself angry when he told me in the first paid private school he attended, the other children told him to go back to his country. In Venezuela we NEVER would allow such misbehavior. It was a cultural shock so hard, that I ended up discussing it with one of the teachers. They said they would correct it, but…you know how school systems are.

So expect your children be treated like that. Even by older people.

He understands the reasons we had to leave, and I´ve always told him it would only be for a while until things get better. He has his own home, reassuring him we would come back. Pets had to be left behind, and this was quite hard for everyone. Some children can´t express everything they have inside and how they feel. That is where you have to be much closer than ever to your children and ask them how they feel, providing them support and love. Tons of love.

We Latinos cuddle, pamper and hug our kids a lot, no matter the age. I suggest you do the same because they grow up too fast. He wants to come back home and so do I. And we will.

But in an interesting twist, he mentioned something about reincarnation that left me astonished. He said that why God allowed reincarnating children again and again, if life had been so hard, and why he had to endure another life with the sadness of the one he had already. Dang. That was quite a direct hit. This is the kind of stuff children will say, too.

All I could say was…”This shall pass, too”.

The ramifications of leaving my parents behind

Oh, dear.

This is a tough one.  Me and one of my brothers never had what you could call a very close relationship…and sometimes I feel like he´s accusing me of having abandoned them. Without having any kids of his own, it would be quite hard for him to really understand. I have felt so sad, thinking about how lonely our Christmas dinners have been…you couldn´t believe it.

I´ve called them to plainly lie, saying I was OK while being broke as heck and having to sell a couple of used shoes but in good shape for one-tenth of their value to buy medicines for the kiddo. I have had to tell them I had left the apartment when the truth was that I was kicked out because the mother-in-law, ex, and sister-in-law kicked me the heck out of there because I couldn´t find any local job, despite having my savings and some income off my online work as an academic consultant.

My parents have been so sad, that I know how hard they try to disguise that. The best years of their only grandchildren almost lost forever. The worst part is the intense desire of reproach they have. That´s understandable because I reproach myself too. But reading again my notes of those days (because I have them) when even with money in your hand there were no supplies of any kind to be bought and an empty pantry…well, leaving seemed to be one of the best options.

Fortunately, I´ve been able to provide some liquidity for their medicines. Both folks are healthy enough, though. (Mother seems indestructible despite her complaints, and we have some theories about our ancestors.) The quality of food (and what I suspect is quite low ingestion of processed wheat flours, the kind the people fought each other for these previous years) may be diminishing as well on the daily calories and improving fruit and locally raised vegetable ingestion has something to see with this.

But mostly, what I admire of them is their optimistic attitude. They take things as they come, and enjoy to the maximum the good times. Totally contrary to this humble engineer, planning and calculating…usually to see which is the best point to crash. Kiddo misses them, and we video chat every chance we can.

What do I regret?

  1. Not having prepared my cottage when I could: there were always priorities for such investment, but I could have dedicated time and manual labor.
  2. Allowing my SUV to get busted
  3. Having left without rectifying my initial position. A second thought would have made me come back with my savings and we could have gone to the cottage or family home. Our city was heavily affected; but my hometown being much smaller and not depending on the general state of the oil industry, dealt with it much better.
  4. Relying on just one online job, without backup connections and income.
  5. Realizing too late my partner in life was not willing to pursue our original plan. She had an agenda of her own. No surprises there. Bellatrix Lestrange had one too.

We were forcibly displaced.

Looking back, it feels as though we didn´t have even the chance to bug out. However, the real bugging out is going to be thoroughly described and documented in the future, and there is where the adventure is going to start.

I´ve done my best to answer these questions. If you have additional stuff you need to know, please just feel free to ask in the comments section.

Thanks for your reading, fellows. Blessings for all!


About Jose

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. Follow Jose on YouTube and gain access to his exclusive content on Patreon. Donations: paypal.me/JoseM151

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About Jose 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. Follow Jose on YouTube and gain access to his exclusive content on Patreon. Donations: paypal.me/JoseM151

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  • Oh yes, that million dollar question. When to bug out and leave everything behind and not regret anything. The majority of us will not get it right and regrets will always be there. Hang in there Jose and make the best of your situation. It sure seems as if you do. A glimpse from a collapsed country in a totally different continent is to search the writings and blogs of Cathy Buckle from Zimbabwe. That’s where I am stuck at. Stay safe.

    • Dear Tripple,

      Thanks for that words. It’s heart warming to know people abroad understand how I feel. My situation is surely much better than many others.

  • This recap of Jose’s is probably the most informative article in this series. Also, the most heart rending. Thank you Jose, for your story and thanks to Daisy for publishing your articles. I feel your pain on the divorce, been there, done that. Here in the US they say it takes 5 years to get over a painful divorce, at least for the injured party, and it took me that long. But I got over the pain and the loss and you will too, with time. Good luck, Jose.

    • Dear Anon411,
      Thanks you very much. Having kids in the middle is much worst, indeed, and that is the origin of my greatest pain. He deserved much better.

  • This show be a wake up call for those thinking about fleeing the US, in case of trouble here.

    As American’s in a foreign country, multiply the dislike( of Americans) by the locals by 1000% in a SHTF world.
    If America goes down the world economy will tank also and guess who they will blame? The local Americans.
    Not the Elite or the Globalists that caused it.

    So you are far more likely to have a rougher time of it out of country, than you would if you stayed at home in a remote cabin or retreat.

    • Dear Mic,

      In my experience this was the case, and probably there are plenty of things I left outside like the razzia against Venezuelans in Cerro de Pasco. A drugged thug killed a senior Peruvian lady, and all hells broke lose. The angry mobs kicked out entire families of Venezuelans with only the clothes over them in that merciless cold.

      These are the type of things you can expect. Refugees are not always welcome in less developed societies.

  • Ahh, regrets. Good for educating yourself via hindsight, but not good for well being.

    You have to remember that the decision you made in the past was the best option given what you knew AT THAT TIME. If everyone knew the future, they would act differently. No sense in dwelling on the past except to extract a cool headed lesson for the future.

    Don’t blame yourself for things you couldn’t have known, or had no control over. Nobody lives a perfect life.

    • Dear Canadian,
      Thanks. That’s the kind of encouragement I need right now. Most of my decisions were not entirely mine, but my ex as well. We thought there was going to be a lock down of the country and would be stuck in there subject to a slave treatment, private property being seized and all, just like Cuba. It seems they didn’t were so brave to do that after all.

      • Yes, inject a little Buddhism in your life. Suffering is unavoidable, embrace it, and don’t blame yourself. Good luck, and I hope you do well in the end! 🙂

  • Oh Jose, my heart aches for you and your young man. I think you are doing everything you can to raise him well…remember, you are his rock and foundation. That being said-he is also your salvation, as he gives you the courage to carry on, for his sake. The world seems a cold, hostile place right now. Many blessings on those that are kind to you and the rest that are apathetic or downright cruel perhaps are scared and not coping well or at all. I believe everyone on the planet looks forward to a day when we can live in harmony and love and appreciate each other. Many thanks for your insight.

    • Dear Linda,
      Thansk for those wonderful words. He has become a very confident boy, and I´m sure he´s going to be a great,, honest and straight forward man. .We have an entire lineage to be proud of, from our European ancestors, and Ï´ve been talking to him about this.
      There is an interesting process in Venezuela right now. Some people are taking advantage of others, but at the same time, the opposite is happening too, in greater numbers. That has renewed my faith.
      Thanks for your reading!

  • hi Jose,

    I enjoying reading your posts about real life shtf

    now, am an IT support engineer and have a family…

    my wife also doesn’t believe in prepping.. shes has her own thing..want to go it alone .

    I live in EASTAFRICA…my shtf would be job loss…even for a month would be disastrous.

    I have an inherited piece of land. But I am unable to utilize it commercially as I live hand-to-mouth with my salary…

    I am into prepping but want to do more like I read in about Daisy and other USA Preppers.

    I don’t have a car… which even a used one is considered a luxury. I don’t want to migrate..

    what can u advice me to do to have multiple income streams?

    Having an SUV even a used one but good condition.

    buying land and building a house in the next 17 years…

    I’ve very little savings (less than 500dollars ) to my name.

    what do you advice?

    • Dear Frank,
      Hadn´t answered because it is until now I read this.

      What I would do in your situation, is forgetting about your wife not being a prepper. Just accept her and love her as she is. Ask her just not to mention to anyone whatever you do to prep, for your own safety as a family.

      Second, I´d evaluate some crops with a high added value in your area.
      For example, can you grow spices or things like Stevia (for sweetening foods without sugar)?
      * is your patch of land properly fenced and can you go there frequently?
      *is there any neighbor whom you can talk to, and make an arrangement for them to take care of the plants, or animals, so you can share the crop once it´s done?
      *is there any water or ways to collect it?
      *You don´t need a car if you´re starting. Just get a good motorcycle able to handle rough terrain, preferably, and take care of it. Even a bicycle would do it, if the distances are under 10 kms. When my SUV engine exploded, I rode 6 km every day. 3 to and from work, and other 3 to buy food with my backpack.
      *Add some saddle bags for cargo capacity on your motorcycle.
      * Try to look for some other extra income, besides your salary: particular classes to affluent people, making some fix to PCs, recycle something, build something, manufacture something, you get the idea.
      *Want to build a house? maybe this will be useful:


      You´re right. Migrating is hard, and even harder at my age and having to leave behind my lifetime achievements. Just sell something you don´t need to invest that in some seeds and gardening/farming stuff or water collection gear. You can carve some basic tools on wood, with a small and very sharp, and won´t need to buy expensive tools neither.

      Just make sure your building is safe and please don´t get yourself killed.

      God bless you and your family man!

  • I am confused, I thought your parents escaped in a truck? I thought they were with you? Could you come to the US if you had a sponsor? I may be able to help? JR

    • Dear JR,

      My parents didn´t want to leave out. In their area (something that is quite puzzling and confusing for me) scarcity was not much, and they need few stuff. I could send him some assistance though, but they said to not need many.

      I haven´t still thought going to the US, indeed. I would like to, though, as I´d like to meet personally some of the members of this wonderful community, and share some stuff I have witnessed, but can´t write about without some degree of risk.

      You could write Daisy and ask for one of my email addresses though, and we could talk about it maybe?
      Thanks for your kindness.

  • Jose, thank you ever so much for your insights on a refugee’s hard times that this country hasn’t experienced since during and after the 1861-1865 unCivil War. Many from the defeated Old Confederacy fled this country to Cuba, to Mexico, and to Brazil. Some of them died in shipwrecks on the way.

    In more recent times, the explosion of cartel pricing in everything from medicine to education, from property tax extortion to pension destruction, and even a growing body count of holistic medical people whose competition the mega-pharmaceutical monopolies won’t tolerate … to about five generations of currency destruction by the now-permanent warfare/welfare state … have all led to a growing stream of norteamericano people exploring other countries to refugee into.

    I have a longtime friend in one Latin American country whose exploration tours for prospective immigrants are booked up a year in advance — despite the kind of issues and biases that you describe, ranging from “gringo” price gouging to payola ripoffs, from Napoleonic assumptions of guilt before proof of innocence to a severe lack of infrastructure the would-be immigrants are unused to.

    It’s a pity that the kind of civilizational disasters that forced many of our ancestors to migrate to this continent in the first place are now shaking the foundations here sufficiently cause exploration of international refugee destinations again.

    You would appreciate the joke from the engineering community that “we were born with an ability to analyze four-dimensional problems (that’s 3-dimensional items as they change over time, the 4th dimension) instead of being born with a personality.” From my perspective, I appreciate your very disciplined analysis and description of the challenges you and your nearest and dearest have faced. Even though we may never meet, I think it’s fair to say that Daisy’s entire community regards you as our dear brother.


    • Dear Lewis,
      That joke is freaking hilarious, indeed. LOL. There is some stuff that will be kept away from the keyboard, until some thugs are in prison or dead, some information will be stashed though, so to speak.

      I feel the same regarding our community. We have way too much in common already, and hope some day to attend to a meeting and being able to respond in person whatever questions people can have about this journey.

      Just for you to know, Venezuela until the arrival of the hot air ballon with green uniform and his commie speech, was a nice place for people from all over the world. Isla Margarita had back in its day even Harley Davidson dealers…go figure.

      I believe it is a good idea to start considering it again. You can grow food the entire year, and in much less time than expected, it will be standing up. There is people skilled enough and the will to do it. We just want to get rid of that international gang, including guerrilla.


  • Welcome to life. It’s always like that. Filled with “gremlin” mistakes. But what really hurts is how easily you could have avoided them. But then, you had your reasons then.

    So what can you do? Just move on, take it from there, and do your best. Besides, it’s water under the bridge as soon as it happens.

    From now on – everyday is day one.

    • Dear Blather,

      Yep. You´re absolutely right. I had to write about it anyway, so maybe someone else won´t make the same mistakes. LOL.

      Being far away anyone who loves you and cares about you is not easy. That´s why I refuse to leave my kiddo. I hope to come back with him.

  • Daisy Thank You for All of your postings since they are Very Simple, Common Sense & Valuable. Jose & Selco are Invaluable Survivors. GOD Bless.

  • Venezuela used to be rich country, when i was little colombians used to migrate to venezuela to cook for them clean their houses , work for them, now they emigrate to Colombia to work for colombians, I hope things get better some day for them.

  • I use to live in San Antonio. We spent a lot of money fixing up our house. We upgraded more than our subdivision was worth. Why? Because we were never going to move. Then reality bites. They put fluoride in the water which adversely affected my 100% disable veteran husband. I am also a retired veteran.

    There was also other considerations for the move. You know the saying “If you aren’t at your bug out location when SHTF, the chances are you won’t make it. We are at our bug out here. My nearest neighbor lives five miles away. The largest cities are 100 miles away in either direction. You cannot see my house from the road. We are working on building our home as we have money and energy. We are blessed because the government is still sending our retirement checks, but we are waiting for the day that stops. We are off grid, but not totally self sufficient.

    My husband is a degree Industrial Engr., but could not work that with his health. He use to do non conventional weapons in the military…. like nukes. Hard to translate in the civilian world. There are no jobs out here. Not unless you are border patrol, sheriff deputy or county employee. The few businesses here struggle since there are few people here and even tourist passing through dropped. Not to mention there prices are high. I just filled up gas at 2.79 a gallon and my mother says the grocery store by here house is 1.90. The difference from living out here versus a big city. That is why trying to grow as much of our food and canning it has become important to us.

    Your article reminds us why we are here. I don’t know if this is the right thing, that would be second guessing. You make the best choices with the limited information available. My husband more than once talked about moving to British Guyana, but what would we do if our retirement checks stop? You are younger and have put a more honest picture of what is going on by being dislocated from your home.

  • Thank you Jose for the honest hard look at ‘what could have been’. But I personally think you made the correct decision – getting out of that area is watching out for your child. Too bad about the marriage falling apart but that happen even in the best of times. I hope you find peace and a better life, where ever that is.

    • Dear Anonymous,

      I´ve found a little peace, and it´s slowly getting better.

      Old trees usually don´t do well in new ground.

      Stay tuned, as the best part is yet to come.

  • Hi Jose, now that was was real!, several months ago I wrote you and accused of being a shill for the C-A, crony capitalism and the oil mafia. What a difference a few months make, wow. I was born in Venezuela in 1949 and left for the US at 11 years old. I now live in Puerto Vallarta, MX, where we have a contingent of Venezuelans who are happy here and get along with the Mexicans well. Recently my neighbor a Venezuelan and his family returned to Baranquilla, Venezuela. It is tough there as you know but he is home. He makes a living doing astrology, hypnosis and tarot cards on the internet.
    This is the most poignant article you have written. You can reach out to me, my email is [email protected], maybe I can describe for you the Mexican experience for Venezuelans. I am almost completely fluent in Spanish, My written grammar is of course of an 11 year old 🙂

    • Patrick,
      Were I a hired keyboard for the oil mafia, would be already financially independent, a goal I´m quite far away to achieve, LOL.
      (Anyway, if some oil mafia crony reads this and needs some specialty work, send an email address and maybe we could work something out LOL)

      Thanks for your kindness. Of course I think we all are interested in the Mexican experience of my countrymen there.
      No worries about grammar. We can speak English. Hope Lopez Obrador doesn´t make a mess of that great country.
      But looking what he´s doing, though…I will wish for the best to all of the Mexican people.
      Barranquilla isn´t in Colombia by the way? I mean, it´s close to the border but not so much.

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