Reflections of the Companion FIDEL: If I were Venezuelan Morning it is an important day for Venezuela. The elections are announced to choose to 165 members of the Parliament, and around the important event an historical battle gets rid. But simultaneously, the news on the weather conditions are unfavorable. Strong rains are whipping to the Earth that was the cradle of the Liberator. Excessive rains affect the poor men more than to anybody. They are those that have the most modest houses, live more in the forgotten districts historically, with difficult access, bad streets and less transit. When the waters invade their homes, they lose all it. They do not have the comfortable and safe houses of the rich ones, their ample avenues and abundant means of transport.

One is not a presidential election. In the exclusively parliamentary ones, the population mobilizes little and usually reduces importance to him. Generally, where imperialism dominates and the opportunistic oligarchy receives a substantial part of the national goods and services, the masses do not have anything to win or to lose and, to the empire, it does not worry bledo the elections to him. In the United States, not even the presidential elections mobilize more of 50% of which they must right to vote. Why however, their enormous mediatic resources turn upside down this time against Venezuela and they put under an implacable bombing of lies and calumnies against the Government Revolutionary Bolivariano? I will not try to accumulate arguments to persuade to a brave and worthy town like the one of Venezuela. I have seen the popular mobilizations and the fervor of million people, especially of the humblest and combative people, who have had the privilege to live a new stage in history on her country, and has given back to the town the fabulous resources of Venezuela.

Its Mother country is already not a nation of illiterates, where million men, women and children survived in the extreme poverty. I will not speak to them of a experience that Cuba lived, of which the blockade and the repugnant crimes of the Government of the United States speak to 50 years of heroic resistance against. I say simply to them what would make if Venezuelan outside. Me it would face rains, and it would not allow that the empire removed from them benefit some; it would fight next to neighbors and relatives to protect to people and goods, but it would not stop going to vote as to have sacred: to the hour that is, before it rains, when it rains, or after it rains, while there is an open school. These elections have an enormous importance and it knows it to the empire: it wants to reduce force to him to the Revolution, to limit its capacity of fight, to deprive it of the two third parts of the National Assembly to facilitate its contrarrevolucionarios plans, to increase its vile mediatic campaign and to continue surrounding to Venezuela of military bases, surrounding it more and more with the lethal arms of the international drug trafficking and the violence. If errors exist, it would never resign to the opportunity that the Revolution offers to rectify and to overcome obstacles. If I were Venezuelan, still under rays and flashes, she would fight until the impossible thing to turn the 26 of September into a great victory.