How to Get an Interview With Your Local Criminal... If You're in Venezuela
"I know someone from the BBC who went to an interview with nine bottles of whiskey" In Venezuela, if you're a journalist covering a protest in plain daylight, you will most likely be teargassed, mazed, shot at or detained. At the very LEAST your equipment will be taken away by "authorities" and you'll go to wherever the hell you came from with nothing but bruises and a shitty story. I'm a fatalist. And, by the way, if you're American, they hate you here (the authorities... no
The Story that Was Never Published About Venezuela
"The story was no longer about the border, it was about corruption, and the news network got scared as fuck" I'm not going to name names, because that's tacky... and childish. Problem is, I'm childish. So I'll call her: G. Also, because of a confidentiality agreement I am bound to, I can't disclose the name of the news network that bailed on airing this story. So, unfortunately, I'll have to refer to it as "The Network." It was August 2015 and stupid-out-of-his-mind-garbage m
Pasรฉ una tarde con una prostituta... que estudia leyes en Venezuela.
"Tu te imaginas cuando mi hijo esté grande y yo le diga 'hijo, yo era prostituta' ... lo mato." A Patricia, que así quiso la llamase, la conocí un día mientras terminaba de grabar una historia para Discovery sobre alguna prostituta transgénero de 19 años que "vivía" en el Hotel RORA del Rosal en Caracas, Venezuela. La vi cansada. Eran casi las 5pm y tenía cara de no querer hablar con nadie. Me acerqué y le ofrecí un cigarro. "No chico, no fumo, gracias." Y solo con cinco pala