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Personal Narrative: Surviving In Venezuela

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Long ago I thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel; long ago I thought there was no hope. Surviving isn't living and doing it so scared of the repercussions is just horrible. I was born and raised in Cuba, I saw the despair of many families. I saw death, disease and the dissolution of families, friendships.
Venezuelans struggle to find goods, food or medication is as hard as the struggle I lived back In Cuba on my teens years. Back there I couldn't do anything, now I ask everyone to help me make a small difference, again and again until we can make bring back some smiles, some hugs, comforting words and hope. The shortage of food and the highly inflated prices of everything makes the cost of living an impossible dream where many

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