I arrived before 7:30 a.m., and lost count of how many people were waiting, arriving and losing their patience.
Old and young, mothers (with babies) and paperboard on the floor, evidence that someone got there the night before.
At the Plaza Bolívar, a small group waited on chairs, heckled by the National Guard.
“You can’t be here, ma’am, move along” a soldier said to me.
“I’m sorry, but what’s this line is for?”
“The Carnet de la Patria.”Continue viewing...