I reached Ukraine after a long bus drive from Kraków to Leopolis. On the first part of “A Venezuelan in Ukraine” I talked about the moment when I crossed the Rubicon, when going across the border from Poland. I illustrated it with an image describing my first impressions when leaving the bus at the city’s main square, under full darkness across the train’s and buses’ station.
During the last two decades, we Venezuelans have experienced the systematic and traumatic takeover of our democratic institutions.
Our judicial system is no longer impartial, apolitical, and respectful of the rule of law. Our different branches of government are no longer independent from one another. And virtually all major politicians of opposition are either in exile or banned from public life.