Venezuela transport 2025-09-17T07:43:37Z
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The rain hammered on Maracaibo's broken pavements like angry fists as midnight oil stained my shirt. My phone battery blinked red – 3% – while shadows danced between abandoned market stalls. Every passing car window reflected predatory eyes. My knuckles whitened around useless coins for buses that wouldn't come. Then it hit me: the blue shield icon buried in my apps. Thumb trembling, I stabbed at real-time driver verification as lightning split the sky.