Sunday, February 17, 2008

Venezuela: Why the barrios still love Hugo

Suppose it were you in the passenger seat on your way into Caracas.
Along the route you would doubtless look out of the window to your right.

Were you to do so, you would see rows of ostentatious high-rise apartment blocks
with polished windows, some of them with neatly manicured jungles protruding
out of each balcony like a series of elaborate Chelsea flower shows rising into
the sky ... these are the homes of the middle classes.

Then, if you turned your head and looked up the mountainside to your left, you would be confronted with reality as experienced by most Venezuelans: the barrio.

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