I went to sleep waiting for the results. Too slow to be treated, as they took chest, of the most sure and modern electoral system in the world. The opposition, anticipating, Victoria sang, But the National Electoral Council had not announced anything. Expectancy. When he woke up, The advice was still counting.
Me Levanto, but not. The advice was no longer counting. I find out that the results were announced at one in the morning, No time for celebrations. When we go out it seems that nothing has happened here. In Santa Elena de Uairén it is a Monday that seems normal. The sky is blue, it is clear, The heat of the day begins to feel. I am curious to know how the post -election day will be lived in a place where I have seen that there are no newspapers without headlines, How will you see debate?
A bakery, I, You can compensate for that lack of headlines
We are going to the bakery. A bakery, I, You can compensate for that lack of headlines, also a hairdressing, But I find it useless to shave my pins. Way, just before turning in the corner, I sang a fragment of conversation in the air between two changers of those in the street and that buy or sell euros, U.S. dollars, real or bolivars according to the case, "I followed the chamba that for the BBC", It tells each other. A few steps beyond, A motorist sounds the horn and lifts his thumb in victory to an acquaintance who crosses the street. Perhaps, after all, Don't be such a normal Monday. Maybe it's just a Monday that seems normal, but it is.
In the bakery I see my table neighbor with his dyeing finger still yesterday, does it have a hard time going, truth? I tell him while pointing his finger to break the ice. I had seen it very serious, Tired and thoughtful with your coffee and a bottle of water. So much that I thought I would not feel like talking. I was wrong. In Venezuela they like to talk, And more if it is about the elections. “No, that goes, And look what I rub, But do you know? A lady told me yesterday that she had put a finger enamel, And when he got home he threw like this and took the ink everything. ”
I ask him if it was a very long night. "A lot, too long, But in the end it was worth it. " And he explains that they said the opposition had taken 99 Deputies, But that some friends from Caracas have told him not, They are 113, that there are still unclean seats that are from the MUD (Democratic Unity Table; namely, The opposition).
This is a dictatorship, brother
“This is a dictatorship, brother", continues the man. “I think that for being like this talking, if a military man passes by, if he wants, he will take me prisoner. That's why I had to change, if not, this is a wreck... see this little bottle, It cost me 80 Bolivars, Not long cost only 5 Bolivars. " It gives a sip to coffee, "And the same with this, Out of here the little coffee costs him 30 Bolivars, In Santa Elena, 60 Bolivars, The double. " It is interrupted to make room for an acquaint? "" It would hurt that there were not enough deputies ", exclaims in turn.
It is as if people still continue voting. I'm listening to more conversations, indications that today is no Monday, even if it may seem.
In the fruit shop, The ATM reports, "His feet stopped. They told that if there was a single dead man who fell first. That sure. " I can't resist and ask who stopped his feet, "Who will it be? To Diosdado Cabello, Maduro's right hand. That is the one who pays the thugs. Fortunately, There was no blood. That's the best, that a drop of blood was not needed. And today we are on the first day of change. "
That is the one who pays the thugs
It will be the first day of a change, But passing near the gas station there is no change. The same line of tail waiting. There is Hector, Our taxi driver. He also likes to talk and asked what the results think. "Fantastic! What a joy, papa. And now for Maduro. Those of the Assembly, With most, They will make a referendum to throw it out, and then elections so that we can choose government. And that has to be next year. " He looks excited. That is why, when we approach our inn to our inn, the car horn sounds “what, that with the horn is the car more?"But she answers something I didn't expect, "There are communists there, go and fuck ". And laughs.
Not. Definitely on Monday seems normal, But it is not at all. Less to see, in the afternoon, The caravans of cars with flags that go out to tour the town to celebrate the victory without being frightened.
But what victory, I wonder ... the exact deputies of the assembly are not known yet. Or 22 Without assigning. And it is very different that most of the opposition is in 99 Deputies that in 113. Only with the two -third majority can call the referendum with which to decide if they leave behind 17 Years of Chavismo.
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