I confess - without petulance - that throughout my long life of 74 years I have met several famous obelisks ... Ah, but none like the one in the Venezuelan city of Barquisimeto, not only because my father (who today, by the way, would be turning 105 years) had the happy occurrence of taking me just the day of the inauguration of that monument (1952), but because it is the architectural symbol of the regionalist condition of being proudly native of that city or of living there with a sense of belonging.
I add that I traveled to all those countries not because I had money; not. It was because I practiced in Venezuela in the 20th century the profession of university teacher and there were not a few foreign institutions that then invited me in an academic plan. Without being a member of the parties that then governed, the Venezuelan State not only did not put stones in my path, but also supported me - thus having the opportunity to take a Venezuelan voice to distant latitudes. Today the latter is not only impossible for the professors who bid their honorable work, but the universities have practically disappeared.
Most of the photos were taken by willful people who in the various circumstances pressed the shutters. That of the Barquisimetan obelisk (in colors) was taken by Mr. Alfredo Pacheco. The image of the obelisk of Caracas (Altamira) was taken from Wikipedia.