Our name was given to us by a Venezuelan man in the humanitarian zone between Colombia and Venezuela in 2019. We had been a team for 3 months then.
The man was drinking coffee, inside a green tent and under the kind of rain you only get in South America, as he described why and how he fled. The border was closed at this moment; it was 1 month since the burning of medical aid by Maduro’s government on the bridges that unite both countries. It is important to note that this humanitarian zone is the place that has seen the greatest fraction of the biggest migrant crisis in the Americas - over 2 million people have crossed by foot through that same terrain.
The man was sitting, gazing anxiously at the coffee and hearing the bouncing rain above us. Two days prior, he had decided to stand against the military for the first time in his life. He was from Tachira - a state that has not had a break in 25 years. His life changed when the eyes of authority, the eyes he had feared, looked back at him filled with “discordia”. That’s the word he used.
Discordia. Discord.
Disagreement, chaos.
That’s when he knew then he couldn’t stay in Venezuela. He crossed by foot the following day and became one of those 2 million people.
Today, and since the day we became a team, we stand alongside the Venezuelan people. They are protesting for their right to freedom, and for the real election results to be made public.
If you want to read Venezuelan news, please check these sources:
@sinmordaza
@elestimulo
@elpitazotv
@efecto.cocuyo
@soyarepita
@caraotadigital
@ntn24ve
@prodavinci
@vpitv 
