The night that my best friend told me he leaves our country

In the Venezuelan of the socialism, chavismo and madurismo the country has a massive migration of young professionals! I am part of a group of seven friends. Friends of the college, brothers of other moms and for all the days, our ears for the problem, for the relationships and for share some beers. Of those seven friends actually five of them stay in other countries. Argentina, Spain, Brazil. But tonight I receive the new about my best best friend, my brother from 7 years, leave our country searching a best future. I can’t judge for his decision, but while the others friends leave the country I spoke with him about that and the situation was different. Today, I think about all the things. Today I will go to sleep with a better hope and wishing a best future.

Apologise for my incomplete English.

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