Mango Season
We call it Mango Season. It happens every year in the dry season after trees bloom and the fruit starts falling from the trees, abundant and generous to those who are hungry. In Venezuela, its arrival has been particularly heralded the past years, as the pandemic, dollarization and hyperinflation has deepened the wealth gap and made food prices soar.
Work opportunities do exist, but barely. Minimum wage is 5.2 USD. Dollars are the king currency, and very few people earn them. The country is divided into two, as it has been for a while. But this time it is not the usual sort of political polarization, but economical. While a very small percentage of Venezuelans enjoy luxury mainly in the capital Caracas, most of the population still wanders the streets lined with mango trees in search of something sweet that calms down hunger. What everyone can count on is nature – and Mango Season among the gifts nature provides.
This essay explores the relationship between people and the land, with all its contradictions and dichotomies. It shows how we look at ourselves: the beautiful and the ugly, the good and the bad, the new and the old. Mango Season is an analogue documentation of everything between all types of polarizations that coexist in tension and harmony in Venezuela within the whole color spectrum that the human eye can see.