Venezuela isn't there anymore. At least not the one that i knew. As clashes sparks all over the country, as violence dominates the streets, as all the people i know leave looking for a safer place, all i'm left with are melanchonic memories. Memories of sunny days at the beach, memories of sundays watcing the skaters coming down from the Avila, nights spent playing with fire in the barrios overlooking the city. The music, always there, still resonating in my ears. The old american cars and the children playing in the streets. Memories of the people around me, their sadness of knowing all this is coming to an end already. Fragmented memories of a country falling into pieces, of a feeling we all have to bear with.