My abuelita often tells me the same story, over and over again, but in each telling, i feel sadder. She usually takes all her cash stuffed inside her underwear (if you're from Venezuela or any other country drowned by inflation, you know it's a lot and nothing at all at the same time). She doesn't go to the mercado alone unless my uncle goes along... She always tries to hide her grocery bags and does not take her wallet or phone with her because she's too afraid of being robbed again.
One day, a kid was sitting at the bus stop alone, she didn't noticed him at first but right when she was taking the bus to go home, the kid dragged her, ripped off her bag and ran away with a couple of tangerines. She felt really sad because those tangerines were a little bit spoiled, she had picked them from the floor to feed her parrots.
— "I wish I'd had something else instead!" she recalled.