is in Dominica.
Its like the uncle who comes with some cash in his pocket and the whole family gets lined up by the door of a recently cleaned room.
Its embarassing but Venezuela is our IMF. You gotta dance to their tune. Unlike many I dont have a problem with that until we conntinue dancing even after the music stops. What is worrying is that when Chavez is gone, all the nice treats get put away and out comes the whip.
It would be good if the mobilisation of resources that was done to get the place ready for the visit, was a constant of life here.
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