Sunday

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Sunday.

I've often wondered what happens on Sundays in the lives of ordinary people, but thanks to social media, this question is finally answered, since many of us can share our experiences through text, photos, and even videos—no matter how many kilometers separate us.

Just as our lifestyles vary so much depending on the region where we live, I know that some of the qualities of human beings do not depend strictly on where they were born or where they were raised, but rather depend greatly on their surroundings.

This photo I’m showing you is of a plaza where I am right now—it’s Sunday at 8:45 p.m.—because in the area where I live, we’ve been without power for about 8 hours. According to reports, we’re on a double power-outage schedule today—it’s usually 6 hours—so in about 3 hours and 15 minutes, I’ll have electricity again.

However, I didn’t have much to do since it’s starting to rain, and I guess the boredom of being at home drove me outside. Knowing that I have no way of getting anything to eat for dinner tonight, I’m sure tomorrow will bring something better.

I’m worried about what’s happening at my house with the roof and this concrete beam that’s cracked; I think with every passing day the crack widens a little more, and you can feel the void inside the concrete itself.

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But this is where my mind gets caught up in a heated debate, since I don’t know what’s going on with me and the platform at this point.

Since I started, I’ve created content about art, sports, and generally about Venezuela’s underground culture and hip hop.

However, since January of this year, when I lost my job, absolutely everything has gone downhill. Little by little, I’ve been meeting people and making friends here on the blockchain; however, I feel that because of this overwhelming situation surrounding me, I’ve reached the point of speaking personally with close friends and acquaintances on the platform—and when I say “personally,” I mean talking about my personality, everyday things, and my life itself, which has led several friends to help me on different occasions and at different times. But after the latest crisis, I feel that this situation has escalated far beyond where it should have gone.

Asking for help is one thing; begging for help is something entirely different—especially when you feel so helpless. On top of that, there’s immense uncertainty, since I don’t know what my acquaintances and friends think of me right now. My intention has never been for them to see me as someone who needs help; I don’t want to be a burden, much less a parasite who relies on others.

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I’d like to conclude this post by extending my most sincere thanks to everyone who has supported me and done their part. I also apologize to anyone I’ve caused discomfort to because of this situation.