Me parece muy fuerte que hayan venezolanos viviendo en Venezuela y que no sepan que hay apagones de tantas horas
es posible vivir en una burbuja de esa magnitud?
La cultura pedagógica, anacrónica y contraproducente, basada en el principio de “soy un buen profesor porque jodo a mis alumnos” es una tara y un lastre del sistema educativo venezolano que debe desaparecer de una vez por todas.
Hago público lo que me hicieron llegar, respecto a la Universidad Santa María y su trato a los estudiantes afectados por los terremotos, donde varios fallecieron, se quedaron sin hogar y sin familiares
Que se difunda para que llegue a las instancias competentes
Algo INAUDITO
SERVICIO PÚBLICO
Me informa un usuario seguidor que en el estacionamiento del Domingo Luciani hay un ambulatorio para *consultas* de médicos del Japón. Informan está vacío. Y que el horario es desde las 9 am hasta las 3 pm. Si pueden pasen la voz para quién necesite apoyo médico.
Para la gente que NO está en La Guaira, aquí hay infinidades de muertos, la gente se quedó y nos quedamos sin nada, los que sobrevivimos no tenemos dinero y lo peor es que no sabemos cómo volver a empezar, te explico esto por la falta de humanidad y de tacto!
Lo que ves en redes
I went back to La Guaira yesterday and there was a different kind of sadness. Not the shock and panic of the first few days but almost an emptiness. It felt quieter - buildings and piles of rubble, but abandonded, now without anyone scouring through them.
At other sites there were noisy diggers clearing the dusty concrete and remnants of people's lives - books, clothes, broken furniture. Most of the international rescue teams had gone, much of the press had too.
I spoke to one guy who had written 'We are alive' on the outside of his house to let people know he and his mother were ok if he nipped out anywhere. But speaking to him I found out his two daughters had been killed in Catia la Mar. He was far from ok.
Another guy walked out from a collapsed building that was mostly concrete slabs and told me he was picking up the remains of his brother and nephew. The remains were just bones. The earthquake had started a small fire that burned their bodies.
A nun stood looking at a heap of debris. I wondered what she was thinking, trying to make sense of it all. And probably unable to.