Venezuela, a country where culture shows itself as a flower, where the teachings and customs of our grandparents reflect what we are and our deepest roots, a land where cultural diversity is at sight, or at least we used to being ... since I was a little girl I saw on TV programs where the culture of the Venezuelan was exalted and where we put our first ... my grandparents taught me respect and humility as essential values of life and their advice filled my head like water to a glass ... advice after advice, the classic sayings of a Venezuelan "he who hears advice does not get old" were the daily bread at home as my grandmother always said "education begins with home "all that seems to have been only in the past. Today Venezuela is another, we are in a country where the daily bread happened to make the murders, kidnappings and robberies where the advice now is "do not arrive so late that the street is dangerous" or "do not use your cell phone in the street "and the culture and roots of the Venezuelan are mostly lost, something regrettable for a nation so rich culturally ....
Violence day by day in the streets, crime has taken over the quality of life of all Venezuelans even to control the same because for fear we refuse to leave some places or even limit our arrival or departure time for fear to be a victim of the underworld ... premature pregnancy in Venezuela has become something common in our nation's teenagers becoming even some of the highest in South America, it is unfortunate that after having fame for our beautiful women who have triumphed globally in beauty contests our music that has transcended borders and natural beauties now our reputation is to have one of the highest rates of violence on the planet earth a sad and stark reality that is lived in these times of crisis.