What struck me the most about my first robbery was its normality. It occurred on a sunny afternoon, in a ...
Confetti falls on supporters at a rally for Venezuelan presidential candidate Caprilles this weekend. The vote was to replace Hugo Chávez.
The first person I met upon entering the line at the Paseo Los Próceres in Caracas, Venezuela, to see the body of the country’s late president, Hugo Chávez, was a dark-skinned man named Feliz. He wore a green mesh shirt and jeans, and his wife stood next to him holding their daughter, who wore a red beret. I introduced myself, and said that I was a college student studying abroad from the United States. He smiled: “You’re a revolutionary, then?”