The plunder of foreign lands is a profession as old as the oldest profession. Black gold to be mined near Lake Maracaibo, and a man so committed to his beliefs that he chained himself to an oil tanker in the sea.
They were going to shoot him to get him down.
In the theater the Caraquenos
march on the presidential palace, outraged their democratic senses have been tricked. On an island, their hero awaits with black coffee and the Bolivarian dream. Not until he descends from the heavens aboard a helicopter will the masses be freed.
More than 60 percent of Caracas residents live in the slums that pile up in the hills that surround the super-city. It is a true South American metropolis.
Don’t go out after dark.
Can it be dicier than D.C. or Philly, or a wrong turn in Baltimore?
, my friend. It is not advisable, for your safety.
Across the sea is Port-of-Spain. Not many people stop too long here in Trini, one of the adopted homes of the great tongue of Naipaul.
The red dot on the Indian woman’s head? He said it means “empty.”
They gave him a Nobel, like the Colombian Garcia-Marquez, a figure unmatched in sway and brilliance by Chavez. A man of the people, friend of the shipwrecked sailor.
Expensive sand on Isla Margarita, off the coast of Caracas, away from the petroleum troubles. Rumland.
Sweet thoughts and sweet people.