A nation divided... and brought together by our food

I was born and raised in Venezuela. I spent 16 years of my life in that country and I still carry it in my heart. Even so, there are many ways in which I do not share the Venezuelan customs, there are many ways in which I do not share their values or traditions. I no longer understand all of the slang, and when I am sitting in a table full of Venezuelans I somehow feel out of place. That is of course until we all sit down to eat arepas.

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