Another week comes by and the recurrent joke is upon us. Since my last rant, water supply has been cut thrice. The punchline is the same each time. A message on the radio tells the citizens about the hour of the alleged repairs. It's always wrong. Sectors of the city start losing pressure. And lilke that, we ourselves for another day or days without out running clean water.

They make no attempt to show the benefits of such manuvers. Water comes dirtier, smellier each time they do this. My plan of shoving some down the authorities throats keeps playing like a broken record in my head. Is there a way to escape such thing?

With my passport almost ready, the prospect of going out of this madness sounds interesting. But the world seems to be in a tough spot as well. The silver lining is that I don't see that many complains about basic services. There are issues with things on higher level of the chain. I can work with that.

In the meantime, is there a way to live without this? Maybe we should be thankful we are in raining season. There 65 tropical waves and we are not even close to half of them arriving to our shores. Who would've thought that after the criollo outsted the regime of the Spanish, we would be living similar situations on the rest of the counties. It doesn't matter where we look. Countries keep falling in the lies of socialism. There's no hope. Or so it seems.

As I write this, a second electricity cut has taken us by surprise today. Not so much surprise to be honest. Once it starts raining we know what's coming.

I wonder what would Camus say if he had had the chance to live in this version of the world. Imagine him suffering under Venezuelan socialism. His myth of Sisyphus would end in the Greek king being crush under the boulder. That's our life in s nutshell. Even with all our humour and good faith and will, the crushing thumb of the regime quashes you down until you break. Suicide wouldn't be the only problem of philosophy, it would look like a solution to many things.

Too pessimistic?

Tomorrow, every Venezuelan will keep joking about tje problems we face each day. That's what we always do. It is our way of catharsis. But it works against us too. We lack the seriousness to achieve so many things because everything is a joke. The same mechanism is used to hide the problems of society.

Xenophobia, racism, ignorance and a whole lot of monster all swept under the rug of humor. That's the Venezuelan way. And yet, the alternative would be far worse. A depressed economy and depressed people is a recipe for high mortality rates. Mortality by own people's hands. And still, there wouldn't be water to clean up that mess.

Oh, well, I'll keep ranting about it while I take bucket baths. Until next time, I'll have to start ranting about something else. The water joke has outlived its charm.

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