ByAlejandro Puyana

Alejandro Puyana grew up in Caracas but makes his home in Austin, Texas. He is a political writer for progressive causes and candidates and a sporadic contributor to the Austin Chronicle. He is currently working on an essay collection about Venezuela, tentatively titled "I can smell the tear gas from across the sea."

  1. The first time my brother was kidnapped I knew about it right away. He was 16 and I was 24. We both lived with our parents in our hometown of Caracas, Venezuela. He had borrowed my dad’s SUV to go to the grocery store and was intercepted returning to our apartment building by two cars that blocked him in. Men held him at gunpoint, moved him out of the SUV into one of their cars…

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