I met the Venezuelan migrant Miguel Torres and his family on their first day after having arrived in Cúcuta, Colombia. A month later, I visited his grandmother in Caracas. This is a photo essay in construction about Venezuelans who left their home country and about their loved ones who stayed behind and are trying desperately to survive.
The Arauca river, about 100 meters wide, is the border line and a lifeline between Colombia and Venezuela. It is a permeable border, through which people pass and also contraband. A photo story from the turbulent waters that separate the inseparable.
It´s hard to oversee the Tower of David. The second highest building of Venezuela rises 190 meters into heaven, right in the middle of the historic center of the capital Caracas. A group of followers of President Hugo Chávez squatted the complex in 1997. I visited them.