Andrea Rodés (Al Día) reviews Cuando éramos felices pero no lo sabíamos [When we were happy but didn’t know it], the latest work by Colombian journalist Melba Escobar. Here are excerpts from the article “Melba Escobar: ‘Those who remain are always talking about those who left, as if they had died.’” [Many thanks to Peter Jordens for bringing this item to our attention.]
Melba Escobar is very clear about who her latest book is dedicated to: her mother. It was while her mother was dying of cancer that this renowned Colombian writer and journalist decided to take a series of trips to Venezuela to tell “the daily life of Venezuelans who have not emigrated anywhere” in a book.
“I wanted to tell what happens in people’s lives when they live in a prolonged state of emergency. What happens when that emergency falls into oblivion, when life goes on, despite everything, and people resign themselves to living it amidst the rubble,” she writes in the first chapter of Cuando éramos felices pero no lo sabíamos (When We Were Happy but We Didn’t Know It).
Narrated in the first person, the book compiles a series of chronicles and interviews conducted by the author during four trips to Venezuela between 2019 and 2020 with the aim of bringing readers closer to the day-to-day life of its citizens and understanding the effects of the state or its absence on daily life.
“It made me very angry to see how in Colombia the right wing invented the threat of ‘Castro-Chavismo’ to win votes, that permanent use of a human tragedy by politicians and the media. ‘We don’t want to end up like Venezuela,’ they repeat without really knowing what we are talking about or what happened,” Escobar explained by video call from her home in Barcelona, where she has been living with her husband and two children for a year.
The move to Barcelona was no coincidence. Her mother, a Spanish national, lived in the Catalan capital until she was in her 20s and Escobar has family there.
“I wanted my children to live a day-to-day life very different from the one we live in Bogotá. I wanted to take them out of such a polarized and divided society, where freedoms are quite restricted,” she justified her decision to emigrate to Spain a year after her mother died.
Unfortunately, her mother passed away between the third and fourth trip and she never got her hands on the book. In exchange, Escobar sneaks her into its pages, sharing with the reader the suffering and sadness she feels being away from her when she is dying, as well as putting to use something very valuable she learned from her — her ability to observe reality from a certain distance.
“My mother never stopped feeling like a foreigner in Colombia and was always comparing Colombian society with Spanish and French society, which were the ones she knew best,” she recalled.
WANTING TO UNDERSTAND
Her status as a Colombian allowed her to feel “far enough away and close enough to be intimate with the interviewees,” explained Escobar, who as a child always heard about Venezuela as the “rich neighbor.” Now, the situation is reversed. Colombia, a sister country culturally, is now home to more than 1.5 million Venezuelan migrants who have left their country “because they need medicine, because they are about to give birth in a place without hospital services, because they have lost everything, because they are hungry,” Escobar writes in the book.
But what Escobar is interested in telling in her book is not the story of those who leave, but of those who stay. The “left behind.”
“It is very impressive to see that those who remain are always talking about those who left, as if they had died. It’s a bit like the idea of shared mourning,” she said. In fact, she added, “to me it all seems very painful, because globally [Venezuela] has had much less space than the Syrian conflict, or Ukraine. Before Ukraine, the largest number of refugees in the world came out of Venezuela. But, of course, it’s a southern problem and it’s not going to be on the front page. We lack a less hierarchical conception of the world’s problems.”
While the world forgets about Venezuelans, Maduro’s regime allows “a number of criminals and drug dealers with money building huge restaurants and hotels that nobody can afford, because they are spent in dollars. They are building a Miami inside Caracas,” Escobar commented sadly.
For original article, see https://aldianews.com/en/culture/books-and-authors/daily-life-venezuelan
Cuando éramos felices pero no lo sabíamos: Venezuela en tiempos apocalípticos
Barcelona: Editorial Ariel, June 2022
ISBN 978-8434435445 (pb)
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