I woke up feeling a sort of survivor's guilt that I've felt each time my beloved Venezuela goes through yet another tragedy, but this is on another level. It feels grotesque to watch my people's misery from the comfort western democracy has provided me. I wasn't there when my generation fought on the streets for freedom, im not there now to help pull people out of the rubble as the dictatorship has abandoned them. I know millions of us in the diaspora understand this heartbreak and shame.