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<div class="text-justify">Mr. Rafael forgot the last time he could eat meat or chicken. And he comes to mind the day of the blackout of death, or maybe the month of October last year. Your one-year-old son; He is malnourished. He has no teeth, he does not talk, he does not walk and he can barely hold his arms. His son's mother left; He does not know where, because most never answered the phone.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">Rafael's grandmother takes care of him from the inertia that comes from being an older adult, because his memory fails him second by second, -hunger makes us forget-. The neighbor struggles to help him, but only feels that he can not. Husbands heroes of the community give him lunch, of that food that his other children eat, the same ones that remember that his father lost 50 kilos in six months. His beloved wife tells him; "But my love, so you better", they smile mischievously so as not to cry.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">The hidden children of the country eat at their best; Mojadito rice or chopped chips and a succulent mango. The hidden children are those who have not met the thousands of heroes who are saving lives in a bloodied and delirious nation in gas, misery and hunger. The children of my country do not know that to the thousands of heroes who mourn each death as theirs, they leave every morning to find an angel to perform the miracle.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">Mr. Rafael says; "There is no one to save this!", Words that are lost when you see the state of your body. He forgets that he is hungry, but says he is fine. He has no work, he has no ideas, he has no strength, he only has his son.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">Andrea has five children, all with malnutrition. She says with the tranquility of resignation; "But only that", and after a while he remembers that two are at home with diarrhea, vomiting, and fever. Hunger made her forget and oblivion causes true death.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">At first everyone responds to "how are you", with a good full of joy and smiling. But, hunger makes us confuse when we are wrong or good. When our existence becomes implacable, when we do not know if we exist; it is the massacre in front of sight, which stops, and continues to erase and advance to nothingness.</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">By chance ... Someone from Venezuela who writes and reads on this social network asks: How long?</div><p>

<div class="text-justify">Written by Jhon A. Romero.-</div><p>