Finding Milk in Venezuela

Finding Milk in Venezuela
October 18, 2013
Yordanka Caridad

HAVANA TIMES — At this point, I no longer care who is the first, second
or third to blame for the situation in Venezuela.

At this point, that is, it doesn't really matter whether the first to
blame is the government and its economic policies (as well as corrupt
officials that ship tons of food to Colombia illegally), or some
shopkeepers who hide certain products in order to sell them at triple
the market price later, or the bachaqueros, who wait for products such
as milk and flour to go on the market in order to buy as much stock of
it as possible and sell (at triple the price) in the black market.

None of this is really that important when it's a question of finding
flour, milk and toilet paper.

I barely use flour (with which arepas, part of the diet of the majority,
is made) and I use much less toilet paper as others do here. As for milk
(and powdered milk particularly), so many people around the world have
begun to question its actual "benefits" that it could well begin to
gradually disappear from our daily diet. Still, many people continue to
consume it, and most buy it for their kids.

I am tempted to say: "Heck, we live without it in Cuba and no one's died
yet." But we're not in Cuba.

The point is that, today, finding a bit of milk in Venezuela can turn
into a veritable adventure. In the past few months, I've traveled
through several states in the country and have seen long, sweaty lines
of people in front of State or private markets offering the product.

Last week, we were walking near a Bicentenario (large, government-run
markets offering products at reasonable or "friendly" prices) and saw a
number of people walk out with cans of milk.

"Hey, look!" said my partner, who's always on the lookout for these
kinds of things, as though she were the one from Cuba.

When we went inside the market, we were somewhat disappointed: there
wasn't a single can of milk left on the shelves, even though purchases
are restricted to one can per person.

Someone said to us: "Stay close to the chekout counters. When one person
tries to buy two cans, they take one away from them and you can have one
of those."

Team work is always more productive, so I stood in line to buy something
while my partner went out to hunt, that is, to stand by the check-outs
to see if some unfortunate soul was forced to part with one of their
cans of milk.

It took nearly two hours to get to the check-out counter and, during
this time, I was able to see and hear a bit of everything.

Standing in line ahead of me was an elderly gentleman who had left his
home early in the morning to go shopping at the opposite end of Caracas
and had to walk a very long distance to get his hands on some milk for
his granddaughter (the child's father could not take on such a journey,
for he was bed-ridden, recovering from a gunshot wound).

A woman in the line taught us some of the benefits of barley and a
number of different ways of cooking it.

While we were talking, a man arrived, stuck his hand into a pile of bags
of bread on a shelf and "found" a can of milk. He darted off with it, in
the direction of a check-out.

The people in line immediately reacted. Shelves with milk cans among
bags of bread?

Like in the Old West, but without the gunfire, the line lunged towards
the shelves and began looking for the much-coveted white gold. Nearly
everyone in the line found cans of milk, mysteriously hidden behind
other products.

Someone gave me one of the ones they found and told me people hide them
in order to go to the check-out more than once and to be able to buy two
or more cans.

People who sell these also hide them. Perhaps even the market employees
do so. It really makes no difference.

Some cursed. Others said that everyone should have the right to buy as
many products as they want, the way it's always been.

At that point, when I was already holding a can of milk in my hands and
beginning to feel some pain in my feet, my girlfriend arrived,
victoriously holding another can of milk.

How did she get it? With the method they had suggested to us: by waiting
next to the check-out.

She wasn't the only one "out hunting", it seems. The gentleman who had
kindly passed on the "extra" can of milk to her struck a deal with her:
in exchange for the "extra" can, she was to help him get a number of
kilograms of rice and a package of toilet paper (products which are also
regulated) "through the check-out."

She agreed, and this is how we walked away victorious from the small
battle at the Bicentenario market.

Not everyone is as lucky. The cashier told us that, the day before, a
man had busted another man's head open with one of those cans. Perhaps
they should go back to packaging milk in plastic bags to prevent this
sort of thing from happening. It's not something I would come up, but I
imagine it could well be the solution proposed by a bureaucrat asked to
deal with the problem.

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