This is The Guardian.

Today, the view from Venezuela on what comes next.

I actually did what I have come to call an apocalyptic shopping spree two months ago.

I went to the supermarket and I bought like 20, 30 cans of canned food.

This is a Venezuelan journalist based in Caracas.

We're calling her Anna, but that's not her real name to protect her identity.

And we actually bought a Starlink satellite because we thought, you know, if something happens

and they cut the internet, we still have to be able to communicate with our family members

and know what's going on. So we were preparing for this.

Anna was awake in the early hours of Saturday morning when she heard the first blasts.

I'm a bit of an insomniac, so at almost 2 a.m. I was awake. And the first explosion, I swear,

I thought it was an earthquake. My room has a big window overlooking the north, the mountain that is so

emblematic to Venezuelans Elavila, and it started trembling. The walls were shaking.

We had an earthquake here last year, so this time what I did is I got up and I ran to the

living room where we have a hanging lamp.

And, you know, I thought that if it was moving, confirmation of an earthquake.

But it wasn't. It wasn't moving. Everything was still.

But then when the explosions continued in the following 20 minutes, one after the other,

something deep down told me, you know, it's the Americans.

With their president in a New York jail cell, parameditary groups on the streets and the future of their country hanging in the balance, are Venezuelans daring to dream of a better future?

From The Guardian, I'm Helen Pidd.

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