story of a Venezuelan

A young Venezuelan, identified as Fernando Duque, returned to the country after passing certain calamities in the United States, where he had emigrated in order to improve their quality of life, he says. However, he came across an unexpected reality where his professional title, two masters and a PhD, did not help him.

Here is the story of his story:

Many friends criticized me for returning to my country, since the majority of the inhabitants wanted to leave, so, I respond with the following expression: "Fucked but happy."

I finally understood what that expression meant, when you think about emigrating you do not realize that to do it is to change some problems for others, definitely people make the decision to leave the country looking for a better quality of life, and that is where the Big question What quality of life?

Venezuela is going through a very difficult situation today, facing a system that left aside democracy and the comfortable life we ​​had, however, as all bad weather happens and after the storm comes the calm, but while that process lasts the easiest decision is to flee the country and not face the problems, looking for the quality of life we ​​had lost.

In my case, I came across a gruesome vision of what Venezuelans abroad are going through, where a surgeon is washing bathrooms, a lawyer washes dishes in a restaurant, a dentist is a waitress in a restaurant, an accountant or an engineer is of housekeeping in a hotel or the best of houseman in a tourist village with derisory payments, a graduate or educator is painting houses and hotels, also the Venezuelans are working as taxi drivers in Uber or Lift. I found everything in the US, or in my personal experience, washing roofs or doing gardening.

I remember that once I went to fix a garden in a mansion very similar to the one I have here in Venezuela and the owner, an American, gave me a bad treatment since I got home, because of what I could perceive, for We Latinos are unprepared or gross people.

That's how it was, after giving me her orders, like when she was working in her garden she approached me terrified to tell me that she owed me an apology since she used to check the people who worked at her house on Google and what would be the surprise It was found that her gardener had two masters and a PhD and as if it was not enough she had written four books and she had not written a letter in her life. Well, from that moment his treatment was different towards me.

It is amazing how I observed so many prejudices that Venezuelans have towards other Venezuelans, I have seen how Panamanians and Colombians want Venezuelans to leave their countries, forgetting that we have been a country that has welcomed everyone with open arms with pleasure and pleasure, without selfishness or discrimination.

I have seen Venezuelans in Peru, Ecuador and Argentina, selling peddlers clothes, selling arepas, juices and empanadas in the street, and although work dignifies, we must answer the question we asked at the beginning of this article:

What quality of life do we look for abroad? I observed that in the US more than 50% of Venezuelans work only to feed themselves and pay the rent, 40% live on the alms given to them by the churches, since they give them a weekly market to cover their needs and They furnish their rented houses with furniture that people throw away and throw in the recycling garbage. I must also mention that his work is tireless from Monday to Sunday, there is no rest day and the national holidays are not paid or recognized, rather the entrepreneurs force them to work by paying for it, then, what is the difference, We change tranquility for security, we change to have access to food and medicines for destruction of the body and the stress that implies the uninterrupted work days, the loss of our dignity as people if you are a professional because we are treated and discriminated as animals.

Then there are also problems of legal documentation, you're never sure because your legal situation in the country depends on many long-term factors where you do not even have the security of acquiring it; On the other hand, even if you have access to medicines, they are only sold if you have a certified medical doctor whose cost is additional and without the right to get sick because everything that is about health is extremely expensive for the Venezuelan who has to pay for them. with the few dollars that he earns.

I remember that on one occasion I was fixing a roof and suddenly a strong storm came crashing down, I slipped, which caused me to almost fall into the void at 6 meters high, but fortunately I was able to achieve