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Juan Guaidó spoke to reporters in Caracas on Thursday, with his wife, Fabiana Rosales, left, and young daughter, Miranda. Credit Federico Parra/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images

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It was a sunny Friday afternoon in a town square. A pleasant breeze rustled the leaves of the palm trees that shaded crowds of people waiting around a small, open-air stage. The president squeezed through the tightly packed audience, stood before a lectern, and gave a brief, reassuring speech before hundreds of smiling onlookers. Then he took questions from reporters, and after joining the crowd in singing the national anthem, left.

In many countries around the world, this scene would be perfectly normal — a campaign event, perhaps, or the dedication of a memorial. But this is Venezuela and this was Juan Guaidó, the head of the National Assembly, who took the oath of office as interim president on Jan.…  Seguir leyendo »

Personas esperan en fila frente a una tienda de comestibles en Puerto Cabello, Venezuela. Meridith Kohut para The New York Times

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“Yo no creo en nadie”, es una frase que forma parte del léxico venezolano. Se hizo popular, en parte, por el jefe adolescente de una banda armada que salió en YouTube diciendo eso y agitando sus armas ante una cámara. Murió antes de cumplir los 19 años de edad.

Es algo que siempre habíamos dicho aquí en Venezuela casi en broma, un lema de nuestra alegre indiferencia por la autoridad. Es cierto, no creemos en nadie.

Un vídeo más reciente, también grabado en Venezuela, muestra a un hombre tirado en la calle y retorciéndose de dolor. Tiene el rostro y parte del cuerpo en llamas.…  Seguir leyendo »

People waited in line in front of a state-run grocery store in Puerto Cabello, Venezuela, in January. Meridith Kohut for The New York Times

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“Yo no creo en nadie” (I believe in no one). The phrase has become part of the Venezuelan lexicon. It was made famous, in part, by a gun-waving teenage gang boss who grandstanded before a YouTube audience and died before his 19th birthday. The expression was usually uttered in an offhand way by Venezuelans as a joke, a motto of our characteristically joyous disregard for authority. We believe in no one.

A more recent video, also shot in Venezuela, opens with a man on a street, writhing in pain. His face and part of his body are on fire. Dogs bark and traffic passes.…  Seguir leyendo »