Our Venezuela

On the legacy of the grand opening ceremony of Hugo Chavez Street in Moscow

Three hanygs at the underpass. One sucks beer, reclining on the pavement, the other (drunk in khaki) brought the third, a kid in a red T-shirt, money in a plastic bag; he recalculates, gives something back, keeps the rest for himself ...

Whether this is a tribute collected from the local beggars, whether it is the peasant's own quitrent in khaki, I don't know; one can only see that in this small pride, which has developed behind the underground passage on Pushkinskaya, the leader is this one, the recipient of money: he is both larger and stronger, and holds himself more confidently. A cigarette behind the ear, another in the fingers; gloomy, examining the landscape with a master's eye ...

And on his red shirt it says:

CHAVES IS ALIVE. THE FIGHT CONTINUES!

This morning, I suppose, I grabbed it, a few kilometers from here, at the distribution of freebies in honor of the commander's street. Right now he will smoke - and well, continue to fight for the whole caracas!

Pushkin Square, summer day; Russia has been rising from its knees for the fourteenth year...