
Isabelle G. Stark.
I am so pleased to receive the Isabelle’s story. This story recreates sadness and happiness from the immigrants who, simultaneously, lives in two worlds. Perhaps you will be identified with her or simply you will understand what happens in the mind of a person who is away physically from a place and it’s still spiritually in that place. Thank you Isabelle and it’s my pleasure to post your story on my blog.
“THIS IS MY STORY—I NEVER LEFT
Hi, name is Isabelle G. Stark, many of my Venezuelan relatives and friends called me Carolyn (by my first name). I was born United and raised in Venezuela, two different Mother Lands that I consider my home. I describe one of my mothers, as tough, logical, not always friendly, smart, intelligent, very business motivated, the United States. My other Mother “Venezuela”, she is fun, loving, warm, caring, welcoming, funny, easy going, and very friendly. She is my favorite!!!
My story might be very different for many Venezuelans, I did not grow up during Chavez‘s era or under previous political leaders. My memories about Venezuela always have been very joyful and fun. Not always roses, My family did experience very few hardship incidents, but we were able to overcome them easily, but it not nowhere near what Venezuela has experienced in the past few years.
I have been living in the USA for the past 24 years. My parents and relatives reside in Venezuela, and my brother and my sister due to the Venezuelan struggles made the decision to abandon the country and look for other horizons.
I have lived in the USA my adult years, I had lived in Albany, NY, Miami/FL and now, I lived on the outskirts of Washington DC. I go to Venezuela every year and every time I visit, I come back with wonderful experiences, refreshed, renewed and rejuvenated. Everyone says to me that I was very” lucky “, that my journeys in Venezuela have gone well. I do not believe in “luck”. As an interfaith minister and shamanic practitioner, one of the Hawaiian shamanic principles says “The World is what you think it is”, and Matthew verse 7:7 says “Seek and you shall find”. I always say to myself that Venezuela is the most precious place in the world; it has the warmest loving people, full of laughter and happiness, no matter what. I do admire them for this attribute. They always find an opportunity to make jokes. A positive vibration always exudes from those I meet.
I always speak highly of Venezuela, because that is the land my childhood and teenage years. I went to high school and my first experience in college was there. My parents and grandparents were born and raised in Venezuela. Despite the political and economic situation, I always blessed the land where I was raised. I find it sacred and I hope it will return to that land I so love to go back to live sooner or later.
There has been few occasions, where I complained and criticized, such as, the internet is to slow, people are always late, I cannot find almond milk, organic, gluten free foods, etc. Being in United States, I have my commodities. I am from Venezuela, but I have changed, I have developed and adjusted to an Americanized society. I realized that spending a month or two in the land of my Venezuelan ancestors, I was able to experience other parts of myself that are not usually exposed, such as, speaking only Spanish and get in touch with my Latina side of myself.
In the past few years visiting the country I love, I could hear people’s desires to abandon the country and look for other opportunities, growth and having safe place to live. I could hear the stories of them being victims of crime. The opportunities of expansion and growth had diminished tremendously and the only solution for many of them was to exile. I could see how the political arena of the Chavez Empire had taken over the minds of Venezuelans. It was a division between chavistas (those who were with Chavez) and opposition (those who do not agree with the government). There was discrimination, arguments and discussion between family, friends, and neighbors about a political preference. My ears could not bear the hatred and the criticism of each other. I realized one is not better than the other, they are equally the same. Both have different points of view, but that does not make it “right” or “wrong”, since each other is a reflection of oneself. One thing that Venezuelans failed to see was that both are from the same country. They work and breathe the same air, and are under the same sky.
I could feel the hostility, hatred and pain of my Venezuelans brothers and sisters; I could not understand why, how the country could end up this way. Then I realized, the country has been deteriorating over the years, not only in the outside physical infrastructure, but the Venezuelan vivid and joyful spirit was clouded by dark shadows of loss, despair and pain. The economic arena has been hitting hard in the Venezuelans pocketbooks, crime and inflation was on the rising, and for the first time in my life, the country was starting to reflect the unhappiness outwardly. Venezuelans have lost touch with themselves, the flame of charisma was starting to deplete.
Even though, I noticed disappointment about government, I still saw a bright light of hope that Venezuelans carried. I had many awesome conversations with people on the street, taxi cab drivers, the florist, the parking lot guard, the doctor, etc. I said to myself “not all is lost, it is still present, but it is behind the façade of suffering. Venezuelans have many beautiful wonders, resources, beaches, it is a true paradise, but many of them are caught in political struggles and inflation that they cannot see what is at front their faces.
Even though, I have lived in USA almost ½ a century, I never stop thinking about Venezuela. My heart sinks every moment I hear someone is abandoning the country, or when someone has been robed, killed, kidnapped and or become a victim of crime. I feel it in my bones, because Venezuela is my family.
Now, the country is in one of the deepest battles defending our human rights. Ending the present dictatorship would help to resolve the injustice, insecurity, inflation and the shortage of basic products, such milk, bread, arepa flour, baby food, since the current administration is corrupt. Many students has been killed, shot, and beaten and tortured, just because they want to defend what once was dear to us. A free and prosperous Venezuela!
Venezuela is a gold mine, and many countries want a piece of the largest natural resource– oil, including the USA.
My hope is, once and for all, that our Venezuelan family awakens, unites as one totalitarian power to defeat the present government, and that the labels, of chavista, bourgeoisie, fascist, oligarch, “escualido”, “rojo-rojito” and the famous Chaves’slogan “Patria, Socialism o Muerte” (Patriotism, Socialism and Death) are buried deep in the ground, so this type of experience will not happened ever again.
I prayed that all Venezuelans learn to appreciate, respect, and carry this nation responsibly, since all of us are sons and daughters of our Liberator, “Simon Bolivar.
After the trauma and emotional pain has been resolved all those dark periods of Revolution are gone, then I will returned to the land I NEVER LEFT”
Isabelle G. Stark
If you have a story about your experiences living out or in Venezuela, please send it to me at erikafernandez9@me.com, and I will give you an opportunity to distribute it in cyberspace.
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