Si así es el escribir es como las lagrimas que evito salgan de mis ojos que las reprimo para que no las vean los demas, es también como aquel grito que quiere salir, pero que lo ahogo en mi garganta.
Creo que se esta repitiendo lo del año 2018 pero a la inversa, que aquella vez teníamos una gran escasez de alimentos, que había que madrugar en los comercios, hacer unas megas colas, para ver si vendían con suerte ese dia los alimentos mas buscados como: harina de maíz, espagueti, arroz, azúcar, café, algo de proteínas, entre otros. Esta escasez dio origen a los mal llamados bachaqueros personas que se encargaban de comprar al mayor para revender luego a precios mas elevados.
Se formaban esas peleas también, muchas personas fallecieron en esas colas, personas de tercera edad mas que todo, luego como que se normalizo la cosa, ya se podia comprar con tranquilidad, tal vea no comprábamos en cantidades porque las limitaban, pero se compraba. Algo que no les gustaba a los bachaqueros, pero todo tiene su fin.
Entonces si pensando que todo estaba bien al menos no hacia esas colas, compraba lo que en verdad era necesario.
Pero llego la locura del dólar con sus dos versiones el paralelo que la tasa la subían dos meses en el día y la del BCV, que a la cual muchos no le hacían caso, porque los que vendían los dolares en mercado negro lo hacían a paralelo cuando los compraban a bcv, otro tipo de bachaqueo nació, que entonces poco a poco nos fueron metiendo el dólar en todo, porque todo esta dolarizado, cuando nuestra moneda es el bolívar, que cada dia se devalúa mas, yo que era una persona que me gustaba ahorrar, dejar algo en el banco, ahora no se puede porque lo de hoy, ya mañana no te alcanza. La inflacion nos lleva asi.
Lo del paralelo era como algo privado, pues lo descubrieron y eliminaron eso, quedando el bcv, pero seguíamos en las mismas, o se pusieron peor, porque ahora venden los dolares a una tasa Binance, como que si esto fuera una tasa de precios, entonces lo venden mas caro aun que si siguiera el paralelo, nadie del gobierno le pone un freno a esto, porque como que les conviene que sigamos o nos tengan así, porque no queremos.
Entonces antes era que habia dinero, pero los alimentos estaban escasos, ahora se repite la crisis pero al reves, hay alimentos ya no hay escasez, pero el dinero ya no alcanza.
Mi quincena como maestra jubilada es de 370 bs, lo que es como 1.5 $, que puedo comprar con eso, cuando ya 1 kilo de azúcar cuesta ya 2$, 1 kilo de arroz 1.7$, una bolsa pequeña de leche 1.6$, no me da para comprar nada, eso que no he metido, los servicios públicos, como el celular que ya mi renta pasa de los 600 bs, como 2.5$.
Foto de mi propiedad.
Si hemos comido últimamente ha sido por que el novio de mi amiga nos ayuda, también lo que genero aquí en Hive, que publicación que se me vence, lo cambio de una vez, pero hay veces que las recompensas no dan para hacer un cambio, entonces he dejado de saltarme una de las comidas yo, pero para que mis hijos si puedan comer, poco también pero comen. Sobre todo mi hija que esta estudiando y debe salir en las mañanas con su desayuno ya.
En estos días me ha estado rondando la idea de hacer otra cosa, pero se necesita invertir para ello, tampoco tengo, solo me entrego a la oración divina, que me de animo, que me de calma dentro de las ansiedades.
Y justo cerca de las navidades, donde hay mas gastos, mas de todo, que hasta no me provoca ni salir, pero pienso en mis hijos y son la fuerza para seguir.
Gracias a todos por su atención, se que no soy la única quinas con una situación así, por lo menos que estamos en Venezuela.
Contenido propio, traducido con la app DeepL.
La unica foto que es de mi propiedad es tomada con mi celular Samsung Galaxy A16
If that's the case, writing is like the tears I try to keep from falling from my eyes, which I hold back so that others don't see them. It's also like that cry that wants to come out, but which I choke back in my throat.
I think what happened in 2018 is repeating itself, but in reverse. Back then, we had a severe food shortage, and we had to get up early to go to the stores and stand in huge lines to see if, with any luck, they would be selling the most sought-after foods that day, such as corn flour, spaghetti, rice, sugar, coffee, some protein, among others. This shortage gave rise to the misnamed bachaqueros, people who bought in bulk to resell at higher prices.
There were also fights, and many people died in those lines, mostly elderly people. Then things normalized, and you could buy things calmly. Maybe we didn't buy in large quantities because they were limited, but we could buy. The bachaqueros didn't like that, but everything has its end.
So, thinking that everything was fine, at least I didn't have to stand in those lines, I bought what was really necessary.
But then came the dollar madness with its two versions: the parallel rate, which rose two months in a day, and the BCV rate, which many ignored because those who sold dollars on the black market did so at the parallel rate when they bought them from the BCV. Another type of bachaqueo was born, and little by little they started putting the dollar in everything, because everything is dollarized, when our currency is the bolivar, which is devalued more every day. I used to be a person who liked to save, to leave something in the bank, but now you can't because what you have today won't be enough tomorrow. Inflation is driving us like this.
The parallel exchange rate was like something private, but they discovered it and eliminated it, leaving the BCV, but we were still in the same situation, or even worse, because now they sell dollars at a Binance rate, as if this were a price rate, so they sell them even more expensively than if the parallel rate continued. No one in the government is putting a stop to this, because it suits them to keep us like this, because we don't want to.
So before, there was money, but food was scarce. Now the crisis is repeating itself, but in reverse: there is food, there is no longer a shortage, but there is not enough money.
My biweekly pension as a retired teacher is 370 bolivars, which is about $1.50. What can I buy with that when a kilo of sugar already costs $2, a kilo of rice $1.70, and a small bag of milk $1.60? I can't afford to buy anything, And that's not even counting utilities, like my cell phone bill, which is already over 600 bolivars, or about $2.50.
Photo owned by me.
If we have eaten lately, it is because my friend's boyfriend helps us, as well as what I generate here on Hive. When a publication expires, I change it right away, but sometimes the rewards are not enough to make a change, so I have stopped skipping one of my meals so that my children can eat, even if it is just a little. Especially my daughter, who is studying and has to leave in the mornings with her breakfast already eaten.
These days, I've been thinking about doing something else, but it requires an investment, which I don't have. So, I just give myself over to divine prayer, which gives me courage and calms my anxieties.
And just around Christmas, when there are more expenses, more of everything, I don't even feel like going out, but I think of my children and they are my strength to keep going.
Thank you all for your attention. I know I'm not the only one in this situation, at least not in Venezuela.
Own content, translated with the DeepL app.
The only photo that is my property was taken with my Samsung Galaxy A16 cell phone.
