Happy New Year!! - Screamed Ramon so loudly from a hill in Caracas - Venezuela. His voice to him resounded in the valley, his weak voice echoing between home and home, between desolate stairs, there were no fireworks, there were no laughs of children; Ramón ethereal was witnessing a new year not so happy, while he was watching that awful panoronama behind him was his wife crying leaving his soul in each salty little tear uppon the body of the man she loved. Ramon died minutes before the clock mark 12. There were no medicins and the doctors just did what they could: Send him home to die.

The sun seems like he wanted to rip the skin off our bones, it burn but we don't have another choice if we don't have any food, my pregned daugther had 2 weeks eating soup but there were no vegetables either, they were very expensive; We were in the queue to buy some cheap pork that the government had approved, we hadn't advanced anything and we were too many people. My tears started to fall in my hot cheeks I wanted to turn my face so my daughter wouldn't notice but she did. She hug me and told me that things have to get better soon with her broken voice. She turn around how she could with her belly and walk towards the cops, she asked why if they had since 5am in the queue they don't advanced, she asked why they had to suffer because of food, she asked and claim. The police man answered her altered, and his last response was a shot between the eyebrows. Happy New Year gentlemen, said the police man.

Luis had been hit by a bus to 45mph and with the ligths off hours earlier, it was weekend and It was late at night, he was suffering from hemorrhages and severe fractures. He was walking with the skateboard in his hand because of the lack of light in the avenues, he was going home. Testing and exams machines are not used on weekends and the specialized doctors were spending the holidays with their families was the response of the nurses who did what they could to save him. He died that nigth; In the news they said that he was skating at high speeds in the bus lane, thast was the boy's fault.