VENEZUELA // 2012 // THE LAST CAMPAIGN
THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY —
THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY —
TO THE RHYTHM OF
“THERE IS NONE”
WE ARE TRADING THE ONLY CURRENCY THAT REMAINS:
THE SILENCE OF WHAT IS NO LONGER THERE
THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY —
THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY — THERE IS NONE — NO HAY —
Death Before
Birth
“No one knows where the missing girls are, except for Mahima, who crushes lice with her fingernails while remembering the last time she saw one of them—her own—leaving her womb as the abortion of an unwanted daughter.”
SAINT OF
CRIMES
“In the cemetery of Caracas, the smoke of tobacco
is the only bridge between the living and the dead.”
THE LAND WHERE THE LITTLE ONES SMUGGLE
Upon the desert savanna of La Guajira rise the blades of a rusted, abandoned wind farm. Here, rain does not fall, plants do not sprout, animals do not fatten, and children do not grow. After more than two years of severe drought, the fields lie abandoned. What were once trees are now vast stretches of dry branches filled with trash, where skinny goats and donkeys have been forgotten.
THE GENERAL’S
CONFESSION
“Inside, the air conditioning freezes reality.
The country is burning, but the General is calm.”
THE CITY
OF THE PRANES
A ghost town left intact: beds, bottles, clothes, the architecture of a life suspended. Inside these walls, the State is a myth. Authority was surrendered to the inmates.
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INDIRA GUERRERO