Trapped in Venezuela, cant play P99 send help

[Vormotus]

No power and no internet for hours, have been unable to play or do anything remotely useful on the internet for more than a month.

Slowly dying here, want to leave for nice place again.

Writing when I can, power might go again for the next 10 hours, shortest power outages are 5 hours, longest has been 16


Feeling trapped, need to share, drowning in reality.

Love , much love as usual, even in the darkness

[skarlorn]

Glad you got a message out of the Dark state dude. Please keep the thread updated when u can. I am always interested in reading about wtf is happening in your country. I'll smoke a bowl 2nite in ur honor.

Love from the Pacific Northwest.

[Cecily]

Reading that is hurting me. Can only imagine living it. Your presence on the boards is missed. Take care of yourself and keep in touch when you can.

<3 @ u

[LulzSect©]

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[rollin5k]

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[Patriam1066]

Good luck to your vormotus. Iran is quickly deteriorating into a shitpile as well, so I’m sympathetic to your plight

[AzzarTheGod]

You need to go back to Panama.

AFAIK Venezuela legalized forced/unpaid labor recently about a year ago.

Before they implement more stiff programs now is a good time to leave. Just because something is legalized doesn't mean it has an instantaneous effect.

By the time they organize a new system of free labor you could have the handcuffs slapped on you and be forced into the mines.

Wish I was being facetious.


With love,

ATG

[Vormotus]

Hi Guys! Thanks a ton for your feedback, whenever I get power AND internet on, I try to skim the forums, read a bit and miss my little home in Panama.

I had to travel here over a month ago due to personal/family issues and In a sense I am trapped still for the time being.

I will try to book a passage soon , but in the end I have to return to keep sorting the mess this country is creating in my family life.

For those of you not in the know, stuff is even worse after the so called "attempted" murder to the president recently via a Drone Strike.

Ugh! All I want to do is sort out my issues here and leave. It has been a daunting trip from the start. I visited Venezuela in a hurry after almost 10 years away, because deep down I did not want to return ever again.

I will share with you all parts of my trip.


Before landing I took some pictures ... I was a bit nervous, after a decade, there was a lot of stuff I missed and perhaps was remembering it wrong, so I decided to ease it down with some whisky ... it was super cheap but it helped me take the edge off, I was nervous.
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The First Thing I did, when landing was take a small video, seeing my homeland after practically a decade.

https://youtu.be/3aXvlSWFTgc

And that was the moment I knew everything was going to be hell.

See, as I landed, and we were on the taxi part of the trip, I began to see the abandoned aircrat, big and small, rotting under the sun, with vegetation growing ... I could not take pictures, reality was hitting me hard and fast.

Then I noticed it as we were close to the tandem and ready to open the airlock.

I began to notice the not so overtly hidden Bolivarian National Guard filming with a Handycam the landing, and the opening of the Airlock.

I was mentally crying "WTF!" as I suddenly snapped.

And there he was, stoic as a rock, filming EVERY SINGLE passenger getting out of the plane as the heat, humidity and dust, the eternal dust of Maracaibo was there, grinding against me, against my lost hopes and crushed dreams .... I was not in a democratic country anymore, I was somewhere else, a strange Caribbean limbo disguised as a democracy yet strong in its totalitarian tendencies, lost, with a partner to protect on a trip to try to safeguard what little I had left alongside my remaining family, also with issues of their own.

That is how it began, the slow descent into madness that is my homeland, my tortured Venezuela.

No more assurances, no more of anything.

I began to understand why a friend of mine that has business there was offering me armed bodyguards and transportation, which I declined , believing it to be too extreme.

And so we begin to roll off the airway into the building proper where processing would occur.


I was looking at my wife and she was still in the cloud, happy to be back, but I did not want to shake her off it, we have code words to attract attention to shady spots on the street, but she was so happy, so I simply said to myself I was perhaps a bit too dramatic, as usual, so I kept on.

That is when it began to hit me, something this same friend told me.

People , crew and employees of the airport were staring at me, and not out of some self delusion of inner beauty or charm, people were actually noticing me and I was a bit askew, why was that happening? People rarely look at me in Panama, but here, all eyes on me.

Later discussing this with my friend, he told me " Euridun! That was because your clothes were NEW Hahaha, you will see, people with new clothes stand out in the crowd, specially if its not local clothing"

During my shock I then began to form the line for Nationals in the dimly lit internal alleway that served as the "processing" point.

I was curtly asked why I was away for so long and what my business was here in Venezuela, all of this with some Armed Soldiers nearby, watching everything.

So I promptly have to unveil my own old abilities, learned while studying, and began to simply connect a brunt of ideas, semi coherent, about family dramas, lack of money and relatives with failing health , I even had to mimic my hosts mannerisms, as I had been out of the local population for so long, since i was in Panic mode and simply trying to lay low. Do not judge me on this, for as psychopathic as it might sound it was the only thing that helped me get through several military checkpoints. I will not divulge on this topic anymore, but I really REALLY had to invent a new persona to handle the discomfort of the situation I was surrounded in.

This elicited a prompt response with a smile and I was cleared, not without some weird screenshots on my passport and some behavior I deemed a bit suspicious.

After this checkpoint I was accosted by some "functionaries" , in civilian clothing but armed with revolvers asking me about my national identification number and physical id.

I promptly showed it to them, and they logged it into a laptop, and waited a bit to receive an all clear of sorts, so I passed then this checkpoint.

This second checkpoint was random, as not everyone was asked, again, In foresight I blame my "new" clothes.

After that and reaching what I thought was the final checkpoint, a weirdly uniformed woman, which I was later told was a Cuban Monitor of sorts, with an even stranger accent, calls me.

"Citizen, a moment of your time please"

"Sure Officer, what I do for you?"

"What is the reason of your visit to the country?"

I sighed inwardly and again, had to retell, with minute detail my account, byt this time my wife was beginning to catch on so she was not smiling as usual, but more pronounced, using the old trick of "smiling with your eyes" with palms open.

Some questions later, this "Officer" smiles (without the eyes "thing") and tell me to keep walking.

All of this of course as I saw someone, probably in "cahoots" with the local authorities, skip practically all checkpoints and people smiling with their bodies to him as he simply vanished in the THRONG that was waiting at the end of the terminal.

And that was the moment when I saw the reality of my country.

In front of me, on the conveyor belt for luggage, separated by a wall of glass, was a THRONG of my countrymen, all of them so ... thing, haggard, sweaty and with an air of strange despair I only saw in movies regarding foreigners traveling to war torn countries.

There is no war in my country, no strife, people just getting by, but their looks, oh wow, their looks, their eyes, some of them bloodshot others suspicious, others with their eyes and body slighty cast down, but my countrymen nonetheless, so distant from me , not only by time, but normalization and acceptance.

I was already reinforcing my own will to what would come next, and yet I knew it would not be enough.

Hence why I cried here a bit, so someone could read, and perhaps know of my country and perhaps, remember me, this virtual persona, as someone that once existed.


I need to stop here, will continue later my friends.

I am tired, and dont want this to get lost when power inevitably goes out again.

Much love as usual, and if there is something I would like to share above my story to all of you, is that there are a lot of things we take for granted in life.

Enjoy them while you can, everything can disappear in a moment.

Big super virtual hug to all of you my friends! Love is the only thing I can give back, even if virtual, for I literally have nothing anymore.

See you hopefully soon! Be well!

[Wonkie]

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Hi Guys! Thanks a ton for your feedback, whenever I get power AND internet on, I try to skim the forums, read a bit and miss my little home in Panama.

I had to travel here over a month ago due to personal/family issues and In a sense I am trapped still for the time being.

I will try to book a passage soon , but in the end I have to return to keep sorting the mess this country is creating in my family life.

For those of you not in the know, stuff is even worse after the so called "attempted" murder to the president recently via a Drone Strike.

Ugh! All I want to do is sort out my issues here and leave. It has been a daunting trip from the start. I visited Venezuela in a hurry after almost 10 years away, because deep down I did not want to return ever again.

I will share with you all parts of my trip.


Before landing I took some pictures ... I was a bit nervous, after a decade, there was a lot of stuff I missed and perhaps was remembering it wrong, so I decided to ease it down with some whisky ... it was super cheap but it helped me take the edge off, I was nervous.
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Then the descent began

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The First Thing I did, when landing was take a small video, seeing my homeland after practically a decade.

https://youtu.be/3aXvlSWFTgc

And that was the moment I knew everything was going to be hell.

See, as I landed, and we were on the taxi part of the trip, I began to see the abandoned aircrat, big and small, rotting under the sun, with vegetation growing ... I could not take pictures, reality was hitting me hard and fast.

Then I noticed it as we were close to the tandem and ready to open the airlock.

I began to notice the not so overtly hidden Bolivarian National Guard filming with a Handycam the landing, and the opening of the Airlock.

I was mentally crying "WTF!" as I suddenly snapped.

And there he was, stoic as a rock, filming EVERY SINGLE passenger getting out of the plane as the heat, humidity and dust, the eternal dust of Maracaibo was there, grinding against me, against my lost hopes and crushed dreams .... I was not in a democratic country anymore, I was somewhere else, a strange Caribbean limbo disguised as a democracy yet strong in its totalitarian tendencies, lost, with a partner to protect on a trip to try to safeguard what little I had left alongside my remaining family, also with issues of their own.

That is how it began, the slow descent into madness that is my homeland, my tortured Venezuela.

No more assurances, no more of anything.

I began to understand why a friend of mine that has business there was offering me armed bodyguards and transportation, which I declined , believing it to be too extreme.

And so we begin to roll off the airway into the building proper where processing would occur.


I was looking at my wife and she was still in the cloud, happy to be back, but I did not want to shake her off it, we have code words to attract attention to shady spots on the street, but she was so happy, so I simply said to myself I was perhaps a bit too dramatic, as usual, so I kept on.

That is when it began to hit me, something this same friend told me.

People , crew and employees of the airport were staring at me, and not out of some self delusion of inner beauty or charm, people were actually noticing me and I was a bit askew, why was that happening? People rarely look at me in Panama, but here, all eyes on me.

Later discussing this with my friend, he told me " Euridun! That was because your clothes were NEW Hahaha, you will see, people with new clothes stand out in the crowd, specially if its not local clothing"

During my shock I then began to form the line for Nationals in the dimly lit internal alleway that served as the "processing" point.

I was curtly asked why I was away for so long and what my business was here in Venezuela, all of this with some Armed Soldiers nearby, watching everything.

So I promptly have to unveil my own old abilities, learned while studying, and began to simply connect a brunt of ideas, semi coherent, about family dramas, lack of money and relatives with failing health , I even had to mimic my hosts mannerisms, as I had been out of the local population for so long, since i was in Panic mode and simply trying to lay low. Do not judge me on this, for as psychopathic as it might sound it was the only thing that helped me get through several military checkpoints. I will not divulge on this topic anymore, but I really REALLY had to invent a new persona to handle the discomfort of the situation I was surrounded in.

This elicited a prompt response with a smile and I was cleared, not without some weird screenshots on my passport and some behavior I deemed a bit suspicious.

After this checkpoint I was accosted by some "functionaries" , in civilian clothing but armed with revolvers asking me about my national identification number and physical id.

I promptly showed it to them, and they logged it into a laptop, and waited a bit to receive an all clear of sorts, so I passed then this checkpoint.

This second checkpoint was random, as not everyone was asked, again, In foresight I blame my "new" clothes.

After that and reaching what I thought was the final checkpoint, a weirdly uniformed woman, which I was later told was a Cuban Monitor of sorts, with an even stranger accent, calls me.

"Citizen, a moment of your time please"

"Sure Officer, what I do for you?"

"What is the reason of your visit to the country?"

I sighed inwardly and again, had to retell, with minute detail my account, byt this time my wife was beginning to catch on so she was not smiling as usual, but more pronounced, using the old trick of "smiling with your eyes" with palms open.

Some questions later, this "Officer" smiles (without the eyes "thing") and tell me to keep walking.

All of this of course as I saw someone, probably in "cahoots" with the local authorities, skip practically all checkpoints and people smiling with their bodies to him as he simply vanished in the THRONG that was waiting at the end of the terminal.

And that was the moment when I saw the reality of my country.

In front of me, on the conveyor belt for luggage, separated by a wall of glass, was a THRONG of my countrymen, all of them so ... thing, haggard, sweaty and with an air of strange despair I only saw in movies regarding foreigners traveling to war torn countries.

There is no war in my country, no strife, people just getting by, but their looks, oh wow, their looks, their eyes, some of them bloodshot others suspicious, others with their eyes and body slighty cast down, but my countrymen nonetheless, so distant from me , not only by time, but normalization and acceptance.

I was already reinforcing my own will to what would come next, and yet I knew it would not be enough.

Hence why I cried here a bit, so someone could read, and perhaps know of my country and perhaps, remember me, this virtual persona, as someone that once existed.


I need to stop here, will continue later my friends.

I am tired, and dont want this to get lost when power inevitably goes out again.

Much love as usual, and if there is something I would like to share above my story to all of you, is that there are a lot of things we take for granted in life.

Enjoy them while you can, everything can disappear in a moment.

Big super virtual hug to all of you my friends! Love is the only thing I can give back, even if virtual, for I literally have nothing anymore.

See you hopefully soon! Be well!

venezuela isn't even socialist

hope this helpd

[LulzSect©]

im beginning to think he is not trolling