Venezuelans Mourn During Presidential Elections
Nervin José, a Venezuelan man with tears in his eyes, longs to return to his homeland to fulfill one of his greatest dreams: come true: becoming a surgeon.
“Since I was 13, I dreamed of becoming a surgeon. In Venezuela, I began studying medicine and, despite great difficulties, managed to complete my first year. But continuing was imposible—the economic crisis forced me to abandon my studies and migrate to Colombia. Today, I am certain we will break free from this dictatorship we have been forced to endure. I had to give up on my dreams, but with God’s favour, I will fight to make them a reality. My university classmates have already graduated, while my path was filled with obstacles—that is my greatest sorrow. But today, I have faith that everything will change and that Venezuela will be free,” he said.
Like Nervin José, many attendees wept as they shared stories of love, loss, and resilience, united by the collective hope of seeing their beloved Venezuela free once more.
A tear rolls down his cheek as he looks up, capturing the moment amid chants and waving flags. The pain and hope of a nation yearning for freedom are papable in every expression.
A woman wearing the Venezuelan flag cap clasps her hands on her chest, her voice merging with the chorus of a crowd draped in flags.
Two men sing passionately—one with his fist clenched over his heart and eyes closed, the other one with his palm pressed to his chest— standing behind a flag that reads "Edmundo for Everybody.”
A tearful mother holds her daughter tightly, wearing a cap adorned with the Venezuelan flag.
A crowd sings with their eyes closed, while a woman stand among them, wearing a shirt featuring a heart made from the Venezuelan flag with the word "Venezuela" beneath it.
Two men embrace, one wearing a cap emblazoned with "Venezuela" in the colours of the national flag.
A man, with tears streaming down his face, carries his child while gazing ahead.
A woman cries, a tear rolling down her cheek as she clutches a small Venezuelan flag in one hand. Besides her, two men stand—one wearing a long-sleeve shirt that reads "Venezuela," and the other one draped in the flag.
Wrapped in the Venezuelan flag, a woman cries and chants with deep emotion.
Nelvin José, chants and cries, his tear-filled eyes closed, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
