well, how inevitable was this. i had a good week, a really good week, in caracas. then i headed to maracay, and ever since i got there, its been a different ball game completely. its not anything to do with the place itself, or even the people im around. it has just quite literally hit the fan, and the cheery juanito billetes that milled around the venezuelan capital with a 74 year old has been replaced by a more dramatic version of liverpool john. yes, thats right, either being happy or being sad. only this time its dramatically different. im either happy or nervous breakdown sad, and that just aint right. i cant put my finger on why exactly (oh i can, but i dont want to talk about that here), but something is very wrong.
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