Probably if you are not from Venezuela, you do not know or handle the term “bachaquero”. As a Venezuelan citizen, a well-known student and even a Deputy President of a Student’s Union Center at my university, I must say: I hate this people. Let me introduce you a possible scenario for this madness that we are suffering as citizens of a 2015 world.
Imagine the
picture of the South Korean rapper who sings GANGNAM STYLE. Now try to focus on
the horse riding movement of him, multiply him by a hundred of bad, even ugly people and then imagine them
running across each grocery store or supermarket, right after they hear that
there are goods[1]
that are going to be sold at a reasonable price. Yelling, insulting anyone who
tries to deal with them, and even pushing people away as well. these are the ways they behave. But that is not
the ugly part of the nightmare. The thing is that after those “mustards” buy the goods (not
to write the perfect –bast…- word) , they sell it at an insanely
crazy expensive cost to the people who do not have the opportunity to do a simple
queue to buy food or any other thing because…those are working! Honest people,
who have a decent life, who respect the law, who understand that we need to
behave and work hard for a better country, ergo, a better world. Not like those
mustards.
[1] Products that are manufactured or
refined for sale. Like dairy products,
meet, chicken, even soap or shampoo.
As any
other force that goes against the system, they do not follow the rules, do not
respect the order, have their own code to damage the society. Actually, is like
the GANGNAM STYLE video itself. (For the ones who do not like, I feel you guys.
For the ones who do like that video…thank you…my brain has recognized you as…mustards).
Unfortunately,
as any other secondary effect from both this "bachaquero's phenomenon" and the video among us, that
famous song has a sentence that I (as many other citizens) had to learn against
my will. After listening many…many….many times that weird song everywhere: the
bus, the TV, the radio, the ringtones and whatever shit that was related to. The
nightmare goes like: [♫Ehhhhhhhhhh sexy lady… wouf, wouf, wouf, wouf Opa GANGNAM STYLE!♪….eeeeeeeeeehhhh sexy lady… wouf, wouf,
wouf wouf Opa GANGNAM
STYLE♪!]
In our
country, you can feel like a certain analogical/mental phrase within “bachaqueros”
(or any other possible translation word for these guys: bachaquers, thieves,
mustards, whatever you like to judge them and go far from.) That line goes: [♫-Aaaaaaaaaa-rrived
a product… wouf, wouf, wouf wouf; and we have to buy! ♪Aaaaaaaaaaaa-rrived a
product… wouf, wouf, wouf, wouf. I-really-must-buy! ♫♪]
I do not
know what we could do as Venezuelans to make this disease, this infection, -because
that is what they are- disappear from my society. I guess that I am going to keep
thinking about a possible solution while I am doing a queue, just to buy a hot
dog:
-Do you
want me to put everything[2]
on?
-Yeah,
well, put everyth…NOOO! Not mustard! Without mustard! I hate mustard!
[2] Everything: salad, different sauces,
tiny French fries, cheese, even bacon or jam if you pay more.
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