Venezuela is experiencing one of its most difficult periods, maybe the worst in its history, and I have been living and experiencing it from afar. I spent eighteen years in Venezuela and have been out of the country for a little over eight. During this timeframe, the situation has continued to develop, going from bad to worse. I have moved further and further away over the years as I have been forced to seek a better quality of life. Every time I have returned to Venezuela (I have not been since January 2017), I have felt a little more like a stranger and intruder—like a distant spectator of its economic and social instability. The events that are occurring have become just more news for me. While I have not completely separated from Venezuela by any means. I began to wonder at what point a person stops identifying as part of a society and begins to be influenced by his or her distance from it.