Caracas
Terible traffic, and there’s the bright sun shining on your face, you are stuck in a car with no air conditioning, and you cant open the windows too much because you know by a fact that if you do, you are most likely going to get robbed or have a gun pointing right on your head waiting for you to get off the car. You can’t wait to get home to have some lunch. while you are on the journey, you won’t be surprised that a couple of cars jump right in front of you, just to get ahead. You are thinking that maybe if you had tilted windows it wouldn’t be that bad, and you wouldn’t be a tag for someone to rob you. You are almost home, you can see the gass in the air and the pollution, which makes you even hotter just by seeing all the vapor and humidity around you. You buy some raspado, and chupi chupi from the “Buhoneros” (people who sell food, drinks and pirated merchandise on the highway when there’s traffic) Finally you get off the highway, which means you can go a little faster because there are less cars towards the area you are heading towards. You see the big sign CHACAO. Yes! you are almost there. You gain some speed in the car, forgetting about all the lumps, and bumps, and broken pieces of street that are on the road, which might eventually end up on giving you a flat tire. But today is not the day for the flat tire. Then a car next to you, bumps into your car, not too hard, but something someone you would get off for to have them pay the small damages. You see the other car and you know right away not to get off, these people are off to either take your car or take you, so just ignore the tap. keep on going. You pass right by Plaza Altamira, you can see all the homeless, and all the poor people, you know they hate you because even though you are not dressed up, or have the nicest car, they know you got more money than they do, just by the fact that you don’t get to join them in the metro (subway) you just try to ignore the situation, because thats all you can really do at the moment, you know some day some how, you’ll show them you are not as bad as they think you are. once you pass Don Bosco you know you made it home safe, unless ofcourse one of the guards at the doors is a fake one and has planned to take over some car, but no, not today either for this situation, since you are lucky you live in a really nice neighborhood and you got a cheap car which means, if anyone thinks about stealing from you or taking you, is not going to be you, why? because there are better cars to rob and people who show off more money than you do, so you know you are safe. Finally you are home, and you made it, with a car, and your life, its great, you eat some of the best food, done by the people who raised you, and who you trust more than anyone. you are home.
