This weekend, Caracas enjoyed
one of the most important conventions in Venezuela for the geek world. Things happened
on it as bad as loosing your car or as good as winning the lottery. Every
person who assisted can tell completely different stories, but mine is especial
because I work there and I can see the magic when it’s happening and the making
of it.
It started on Thursday, I went to the Militaria
Circle (I walked a lot because I wasn’t sure about how to get there and the only
subway station that I was familiar with was “Los Símbolos”, so there were about
30 minutes walking). I met some of the new guys in the crew and joked around
with my old friends in there. Then we started to bring some things that we
needed to decorate every spot and corner in the place. At the end of the day I
was really tired, hurt and with three nails broken, but I didn’t care because
everything looked amazing.
On Friday everything went well, regardless
that I kissed the floor five or six times. At night we had all under control
and the Comic-Con looked perfect with all the stands on foot for the day
before.
Saturday and Sunday, nothing much to say
besides I didn’t want to get up of my bed and my boyfriend had to force me to
do it and take a shower because my muscles hurt as much as if I was in the gym
for a week. People loved the convention, and I saw them being excited about
everything that they saw. My area was Videogames and every person that went and
played were happy and relaxed. I had this beautiful feeling that make me work
at the Comic-Con despite of the lack of payment that is making people feel like
they’re home, that they don’t have trouble in their houses and their families,
and that they are not living In a country that is falling apart every second.
By now I’m
sick as hell, but It really was worth it.
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