Black Humor in ‘Communist Fat Camp’
Two men on the streets of Caracas, Venezuela. (Edilzon Gamez via Getty Images)
Everyone knows at least one person who’s been kidnapped, my diabetic uncle credits the government for his toes, and the currency is worth less than toilet paper. Welcome to Venezuela.
311
Twenty or so years ago, I was visiting Caracas, the capital of Venezuela—where my mother is from and my grandparents still live—and I met a girl at a party who I instantly connected with. Her name was Diana. We flirted for a bit, but my best friend also had a crush on her, so I backed off. Years later, I returned to Venezuela and wondered if she was sti…
Continue Reading The Free Press
To support our journalism, and unlock all of our investigative stories and provocative commentary about the world as it actually is, subscribe below.
$8.33/month
Billed as $100 yearly
$10/month
Billed as $10 monthly
Already have an account?
Sign In
