Hola madres, padres, todos los que amamos a los niños, hijos, sobrinos, que estamos en esta gran comunidad, hace casi un mes escribi sobre mis sobrinos que son como mis hijos.
Esa publicacion fue como una previa despedida de ellos, porque se iban luego del pais a encontrarse con su mama, que esta en Chile, mi hermana. Ya eran muchos años separados desde que ella emigro, ya era hora de que sus hijos estuvieran con ella, pero como no tenia una buena estabilidad economica, tampoco queria que fueran a pasar necesidades, como paso ella al principio cuando llego a ese pais, porque no todos los emigrantes corren con suerte de llegar a un pais diferente y tener trabajo bueno.
Desde el año pasado ya que encontro un trabajo que le daba esa estabilidad economica, decidio que se fueran y desde alla hizo todas las diligencias de los papeles, permisos, para que se fueran como decimos totalmente legal. Porque son dos muchachos que viajen solos que no era solo eso, sino pasar por diferentes paises, era lo que habia que tomar en cuenta.
El dia de la despedida fuimos todos que somos pocos en la familia, nos reunimos en el terminal que no era una despedida por poco tiempo, no sabemos por cuanto, todo aparenete bien, hasta que llega el bus, donde el intercambio de abrazos fuertes, las lagrimas luchando por no querer salir pero era inevitable y se fueron, con todas las bendiciones.
Mientras duraba su viaje que fueron casi dos semanas, el contacto con ellos fue siempre por el grupo de whatsapp de la familia, porque como dije eran unos muchachos, mi sobrino Lin de 20 años y mi sobrina Neferet de 13 años, ambos hermanos.
En el viaje tuvieron algunos contratiempos, demoras, por fallas de autobus, despues que se encontraron una tranca en una de las carreteras, desde su salida hasta Colombia eran guiados por la agencia que se encarga de este tipo de viajes, hasta dejarlos con otra persona encargada en Colombia que desde ahi seria hasta Chile.
Lo que no comprendo es porque cuando mi hermana se fue, el viaje fue de una semana creo y el de mis sobrinos casi dos, sabia que debian pasar Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia esta no lo sabia y Chile, el destino final.
Durmieron en posadas, hoteles, pasaron temperaturas desde 1 hasta 5°C, pobrecitos, porque aquí en Venezuela nunca, somos un pais muy calido, a veces la maxima temperatura casi en los 40°C que es horrible el calor y la mas baja 16°C, si tienes un aire acondicionado en casa.
Cada dia del viaje despertabamos pendiente del Whatsapp a ver si habia algun mensaje de los muchachos, o por lo menos le preguntabamos por donde iban, nos mandaban imagenes de Google Maps, por donde iban, cuando estaban en los hoteles, cuando se fueron llevaron alimento pan, queso, jugo, cosas asi, que cuando estaban en Peru dijeron que comieron comida de verdad, eso es duro, pero era parte del viaje.
Hasta que llegaron a la frontera de Bolivia con Chile, ya faltaba menos entre 24 y 30 horas, porque mi hermana, la mama se encontraba en la capital en Santiago de Chile.
Por fin llegaron el jueves 11 de julio con su mama, gracias a Dios, ya estaban reunidos despues de 5 años separados, ya no mas video llamadas y mensajes por WhatsApp. Ahora solo pedirle a Dios que les vaya muy bien, es el deber ser que los hijos esten con su madre hasta que logren independizarse aunque asi la madre nunca dejara de preocuparse por los hijos. Que puedan volver algun dia, porque muchos se han ido por la crisis de mi pais, mi hermana si me dijo una vez, que su idea no era quedarse para siempre por alla, que cuando el pais mejore regresarian, quizas lo decia porque estaba sola, ahora estan los hijos, no se si su forma de pensar sea la misma, pero nuestra madre que aun tenemos la dicha de tenerla, como madre al fin quiere que todos sus hijos esten donde esta ella.
De las fotos unas son tomadas por mi las de la despedida del terminal con mi celular Samsung Galaxy A12, las demas fueron enviadas al grupo de Whatsapp durante el viaje.
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Hello mothers, fathers, all of us who love children, sons, nephews, who are in this great community, almost a month ago I wrote about my nephews who are like my children.
That publication was like a previous farewell to them, because they were leaving the country to meet their mother, who is in Chile, my sister. It had been many years since she emigrated, it was time for her children to be with her, but as she did not have a good economic stability, she did not want them to be in need, as she was at the beginning when she arrived in that country, because not all emigrants are lucky to arrive in a different country and have a good job.
Since last year when she found a job that gave her economic stability, she decided to leave and from there she did all the paperwork, permits, so that they could leave, as we say, totally legal. Because they are two boys who travel alone, which was not only that, but to go through different countries, was what had to be taken into account.
The day of the farewell we were all that we are few in the family, we gathered at the terminal that was not a farewell for a short time, we do not know for how long, everything seemed fine, until the bus arrives, where the exchange of strong hugs, tears fighting for not wanting to leave but it was inevitable and they left, with all the blessings.
While their trip lasted almost two weeks, the contact with them was always through the family whatsapp group, because as I said they were boys, my nephew Lin 20 years old and my niece Neferet 13 years old, both brothers.
In the trip they had some setbacks, delays, due to bus failures, after they found a roadblock in one of the highways, from their departure to Colombia they were guided by the agency that is in charge of this type of trips, until leaving them with another person in charge in Colombia that from there would be to Chile.
What I do not understand is why when my sister left, the trip was a week I think and my nephews almost two, I knew they had to go through Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia this one I did not know and Chile, the final destination.
They slept in inns, hotels, spent temperatures from 1 to 5 ° C, poor things, because here in Venezuela never, we are a very hot country, sometimes the maximum temperature almost in the 40 ° C which is horrible heat and the lowest 16 ° C, if you have an air conditioner at home.
Every day of the trip we woke up pending the Whatsapp to see if there was any message from the guys, or at least we asked where they were going, they sent us images from Google Maps, where they were going, when they were in the hotels, when they left they took food, bread, cheese, juice, things like that, when they were in Peru they said they ate real food, that's hard, but it was part of the trip.
Until they arrived at the border of Bolivia with Chile, it was less than 24 to 30 hours, because my sister, the mother was in the capital in Santiago de Chile.
Finally they arrived on Thursday July 11 with her mother, thank God, they were reunited after 5 years apart, no more video calls and messages by WhatsApp. Now I only ask God that they do very well, it is the duty of the children to be with their mother until they become independent, even though the mother will never stop worrying about the children. That they can return someday, because many have left because of the crisis in my country, my sister told me once, that her idea was not to stay there forever, that when the country improves they would return, maybe she said it because she was alone, now there are the children, I do not know if her way of thinking is the same, but our mother that we still have the joy of having her, as a mother finally wants all her children to be where she is.
Some of the pictures are taken by me, the ones of the farewell of the terminal with my Samsung Galaxy A12 cell phone, the others were sent to the Whatsapp group during the last day of the trip, and the rest of the pictures were sent to the Whatsapp group during the last day of the trip.
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