This post comes from here 3 Great Experiences that will not be repeated Commenting on some peculiar experiences that I had at some point in my life, which I think I will not repeat again, for different reasons. And then... I thought it would be interesting to try to find out what interest some stackers would have about these great experiences, so I made a survey: Survey So, the survey was a success, giving the Option #3 as the winner

I will try to summarize my story, limiting myself to the most relevant, and at the end I would like to leave a reflection from the new perspective that lives in me (The New and improved Bitcoiner perspective) to further establish what was expressed in the first post, why these experiences will not be repeated. Also when writing these lines I noticed that it would not be a very short story, so it will be divided into "Chapters". I hope you can enjoy this story of migration, overcoming and learning.

I was able to read a little of @bief57's story Living in Communism And I couldn't help but empathize with his story, since it also dates back to the same time and the same crisis.

Migrating to another country with only $120 in my pockets plus a $30 plane ticket 📎Chapter 1️⃣.

This story goes back to 2016. The beginning of my great journey as a migrant. In those days, things in Venezuela were very chaotic, in terms of the economy and other aspects that are of vital importance. My surprise was even greater when I realized that in the past half a year I had only been able to pay my rent and eat. That year I had not been able to save anything and neither had I been able to buy many things. It is worth noting that in those days my ignorance about money was greater than today, and that obviously I was not even close to knowing Bitcoin at that time.

Among so many things that were happening in the country during those days, an idea came to my head, I had to migrate. I could not stay in Venezuela if I wanted to continue moving forward with my life. In that year of 2016, all the hyperinflation and the mega devaluation of the Bolivar exploded in my face, seeing how most of my income and savings capacity had disappeared, my source of employment that year was also weakening more and more every day due to the economic situation in the country (I worked in tourism) and then I concluded that I had to migrate.

As I mentioned, my savings had been totally eroded in just the last two years from 2014 to 2016, which was when the government got out of control with the printing of the Bolivar... I had a small amount of gold that they gave me for my baptism in 2012 and that I sold just before it started to rise in 2015 (in my family there was never a culture of saving gold or other assets, we were simple mortals saving our energy in government papers and inside the bank). Only the things I had been able to buy were saved, such as cameras, snorkeling equipment, and other tools that I had bought because I used them for work, including a video game console. Nowadays, understanding inflation and paper money a little better after what I experienced, I understand why I was able to sell some of the belongings I had acquired in those two years at the same price or even above the value, and which I later sold to raise the money needed to leave.

So I tried to start selling all my belongings, because I had to leave the country soon, since once I left my job, every day that passed was a day of expenses, of zero income, and without knowing it, at the same time something was happening hidden from my eyes, my money, even if it was in dollars, was losing purchasing power as the days went by.

We took the necessary measures, we got some vaccines that were required to enter the country and when the trip was almost ready, I went. All plans fell apart, one of the friends had just had his first child and was hesitating about leaving.

While that was happening, another friend left the country and wrote to me via FB.

When I read that message, my head exploded 🤯 I didn't think about it for long, I spoke to the remaining friend who was in Venezuela. I proposed the idea, I showed him the message, I spoke to the friend who had already migrated to tell him that I would go with someone else and that was it.

I remember that after selling some things, I left some money to my mother and I decided to leave. I remember as if it were yesterday when my mother asked me.

-And I remember answering her -

At the end of that day, I had already bought a ticket, I had sold some of my belongings and when we thought everything was ready. I see that my flight was in a week and that it was scheduled for the day when a mega demonstration was being called in the capital against the Tyrant Government. The capital would be collapsed and I had to go through there to get to the international airport and take my flight...