woensdag 11 februari 2015

Dollar Horror



By Adriaan van Ginkel

Finally, after more than  a month waiting for announcements that would be announced announcing what was to be announced concerning the salvation of the Venezuelan economy (not my words but president Maduro’s), details came out yesterday afternoon about the new official exchange system for the bolivar. Called SIMADI, or Marginal (!) Currency System. Ain’t kidding, that’s the baby’s name. 


Now a “quick” explanation for those who don’t really know what is going on with the economy in Venezuela. Which I can’t blame because the government sort of tried to find new paths in the land of economics, and became hopelessly lost. Take a seat; it will take a time to read what is coming.

Since 2003, free exchange of currencies is forbidden in the country. From that year on, there exists an exchange rate that is fixed and controlled by the state. Hugo Chávez at that time said it was a measure to stop capital flight, putting the state as the only one allowed to receive and spend foreign currency. Since more than 90% of the nation’s income comes from oil, and oil can be exploited only under direction of the state oil company PDVSA, the system seemed rather watertight. The US greenback was bolted at a fixed exchange rate, the central bank was the only institution allowed to have foreign currency (and under control of the president himself). Companies had to ask for permission to buy dollars to be able to import goods. Travelers had to do the same to exchange their bolivars into a fixed amount of foreign currency. Wages and prices of most basic goods, including that of gasoline, were fixed for years to come, and the impression was created that the economy was stable, prices stayed the same, and a score of stable years followed during which the Bolivarian Revolution, with its planned economic system, had time to impose itself on society in a peaceful, orderly way. 

Or so it seemed. The bolivar in fact became an overvalued currency, and the underpriced goods became the source for a booming smuggler trade right into neighboring Colombia. But when I arrived in 2006, Venezuela seemed a rather cheap country where you could live fairly well without spending too much. I was impressed by the full shelves in supermarkets, and the low pricing of it all.

In 2007, pushed by zealous leftist advisers, Chávez decided to rock the boat. A transformation of the capitalist economy into a “socialist” one was announced shortly after the president was reelected with an ample majority of votes. The first distortions and shortages appeared that were answered to by the government with an iron fist. In- and exportations became the sole privilege of the state. All ports, sea and air, were militarized. Wave after wave of expropriations and confiscations of private enterprises and estates followed. The result was a steep decline of domestic production, as most confiscated factories and estates simply stopped producing. But that didn’t deter Chávez from continuing smashing the “capitalist bourgeois” economic structures with his red sledge hammer. ¡Exprópiese! became the war cry of the Revolution. And meanwhile, the economy became more and more dependent on oil revenues that reached a staggering 97% of the nation’s income. With soaring oil prices, Chávez apparently felt invincible. And he went on with his transformation of the economy into a socialist paradise.

The straw that apparently broke the proverbial camel’s back, in 2010, was the sudden prohibition by the government of the broker companies that had till then made their business buying and selling a “grey” dollar, or permuta, that acted as a tolerated, not permitted way of buying unlimited amounts of dollars at a rate slightly higher than the official one. It was the only escape valve for countless Venezuelan companies to keep importing from abroad and keeping the shelves full of goods. When that valve was closed down – and the brokers disappeared behind bars – the black currency market was born almost immediately. The first serious shortages of goods became visible, as well as increasing distortions between wages and prices. The difference between official and black exchange rates grew and grew. Minimum wages were increased to appease the Venezuelan worker, and the state attempted to knock prices down by force and subsidies, initiating yet another wave of expropriations and jailing, as well as rising inflation. But with goods getting scarcer and scarcer – from car parts and machinery maintenance to milk and

butter – pricing was answering to market mechanisms. So, if anything of quality was available, it was expensive, of course. The state tried to answer by importing cheap goods from China on a massive scale, but of notoriously bad quality. Try driving your car with spare parts that have to be replaced every 6 months, like I did. 


Are you still reading? OK, don’t blame me for the monstrously complex problem Chávez put his country in, having no clue what economics are about.

Thus, many shop keepers, in order to avoid getting sanctioned by the state, simply stopped selling certain goods. If you have to resort to the black market dollar to get goods (since Venezuela now produces squat, really), you have to price them higher than allowed, or else sell them at below the cost, generating losses and causing bankruptcy or expropriation. I will let your imagination work to picture the heyday desolation in many streets and shopping malls in the cities. Too many shops are closed down by their broke owners or the authorities, or show empty shelves and employees with nothing to do. 


The state started the printing press to flood the streets with money and counter the incontrollable rise of prices. You can probably guess what that did to inflation. In 2011, Chávez was steadily losing popularity and many consciences had to be bought back into the revolutionary folds with cheap goods and free social housing in order that the opposition didn’t win the elections. Chávez did in fact win the elections, shortly before dying of cancer, but it was clear that the Chavist movement had lost millions of votes that kept the Bolivarian government in place for years. As well as billions of dollars from the national treasury, many of which ended in unauthorized pockets – rampant corruption became visible. A rising number of Venezuelans have grown disappointed with the course of the Revolution – you cannot make a revolution on an empty


stomach and purse – and although the opposition does not convince being the alternative to the current regime, and Chávez keeps being a rallying point for his followers even after death, it has become less and less clear what the future of the Bolivarian Revolution would be. Venezuela needs dollars, urgently. It is again nearing a default in her payments coming March, and doesn’t know how to fill in the gaping holes left by overspending and plain thievery.


Now, what has this all to do with me, as a common resident in this country? Scarcity hasn’t receded a bit. Chávez’ successor Nicolás Maduro has again taken out the red sledge hammer of his predecessor and taken to confiscations, incarcerations, sanctions and expropriations. He throws dirt at the US in the best Fidel fashion. He tries to appear big and strong. Only thing is, he stands alone. His new monetary scheme is already heavily criticized by renowned economists. Although the black market dollar hasn’t really risen, as details about the new exchange rate for the grey dollar have yet to be published – money changers are holding their breath – it is already apparent that whatever success the new scheme of (again) three different exchange rates to the dollar will have, it might be too little too late to stop the hyperinflation, the price spiral and the scarcity of everything. The coming days might become crucial for the fate of the Chavist regime and for the near future of Venezuela. 

The only real advantage for me as an average Foreign Joe in this country, is that I can now legally exchange my bolivars in euro’s and keep my bank account in Europe at a level. For which I am grateful, to be frank. Now, Maduro has to be a good boy for once, and publish the starting exchange rate of SIMADI as soon as possible. 

Just for once, Nicolás, show the world that you are a president of some weight. Just for once. I need to survive in this country for a while more. 

Have a great week and till next Wednesday!

© Adriaan van Ginkel 2015




donderdag 5 februari 2015

All Out!



By Adriaan van Ginkel

First of all,  my apologies to you all for being late with my weekly news brief. Yesterday was just one of “those days”, a day in which the daily chaos of Venezuela comes trampling down the door of your life and throws everything in a chaos. What started as a day of picking up course books for my in-company English course and then go to my in-laws’ house to care for three small puppies we rescued from a dumpster, turned into a mad day of looking for soap, detergent and toilet paper. No books were picked up yesterday, no mail was read nor answered, my blog couldn’t be updated, no soap, detergent or toilet paper were found, but we came home with even scarcer sugar and white rice, hooray. And we didn’t even have to stand in one of those kilometrical queues in front of shops that we saw all around the city. On an even higher note, the puppies were attended to – doing fine, the scabies is already receding, they are happy and playful and we already found a temporary home for them. Two advices at this point: the more negative your surroundings are, the more positive your own way of acting should be. Saving three puppies three days ago is a sound way of punching a damning hole into the wall of death and negativity that is engulfing Venezuela. One point for you! And the second advice: if you plan to use an agenda while living in a third world country, forget it. Your planned day will be tossed around without notice, and you will end up either as a candidate for a nervous breakdown or a master in juggling and improvising. Drum roll. Apparently, I am not on the list for the Happy Gardens Mental Home. Yet. So I must be doing something right till now. 

Yes, Venezuela is all out. Out of products, out of money, out of hope, out of mental sanity (particularly among politicians from all sides), out of any order that should be part of a country with a government. My own opinion is that the country is also “out” of a government, that we are watching warped reruns
of the Muppet Show instead (see left). The only things that abounds here, is talking nonsense. All around us, people seem like having lost their marbles. Yesterday, my wife and I were watching an enormous queue in front of a supermarket in a part of the old west of Caracas called La Concordia. We couldn’t see where it started or where it ended. I already warned my wife that I wouldn’t think of standing baking in the tropical sun for hours for a miserable quantity of detergent. Soldiers were omnipresent, the people in the queue, some of whom already seemed to have grown roots because of the hours and hours waiting, were deadly silent. Everybody knew: anyone who starts complaining in public will be arrested. I asked a housewife in the queue how things were going. “Oh, we are doing fine. The queue is going really fast, señor. Look how people are moving.” I blinked twice, thrice, but I saw no movement. In fact, for the 20 minutes or so that we were watching the scene, no one had moved an inch.

I asked the wretched lady if she thought that this was “movement”. She didn’t get the irony of my words. It’s clear to me that people are trying to adapt themselves to the situation reminiscent of the Soviet Union, Cuba and other socialist countries, accepting the shortages, the lies and the deceit as a part of everyday life as well as the abuse from the part of the authorities who were standing there, uniformed with Kalashnikovs at the ready (for what?), and keen on anyone who would dare to speak the unheard remark “I won’t tolerate this abuse”. Seeing and not seeing the abuse, hearing and not hearing the lies and the nonsense, and keeping your mouth shut. 

The poor and middle-class Venezuelans are surviving, like I described it in an earlier news brief about the fictional single mother Yonarkys - nothing else. They will tell and believe any nonsense that will make their daily life bearable. So, if that lady I talked to did find some consolation in imagining that the queue is moving fast, then so be it. To any outsider who is not infected by certain ideologies, the whole scenery is surrealistic, absurd. But when you go to Cuba, you will see the same scenes. And remember, that island is already experiencing all this for the past 56 years. Venezuela is just beginning, from the Cubans’ point of view. 

But now comes a lifeboat. This morning I saw a Venezuelan motivational coach called Carlos Saúl Rodríguez on a TV talk show. His clients are the national football team and a score of big companies, so nationally speaking he is somebody. His keyword in his books and conferences is attitude. It all depends on the attitude you adopt in a certain situation. In situations full with fears, uncertainty and despair, like we all experience in Venezuela, a positive, constructive attitude is the best way to avoid being swallowed by that black hole of negativity. And it doesn’t mean closing your eyes on the mess and pretend it’s not there. The German population held a saying about the same situation during the last war. Translated, it goes like this: if misfortune grins in your face, just return the grin.

In my first news brief, I touched this theme already. When you don’t have the means to fight the storm, bend to it like a bamboo. When the storm has passed, get upright again, shake the dust from you, and keep smiling. Go on with your life. Attitude is maybe not a water-tight guarantee you will survive physically (the number of deaths through violence keep shooting through the roof here), but it is the key to mental and emotional survival. It was the salvation for countless survivors of the Holocaust and the war. One day this nightmare will be over, because nothing lasts forever, except maybe an optimistic attitude towards life. If you have lost your job because of the crisis in the Eurozone, keep smiling. The end of something always means something new is starting. It could be positive, right?

I’m surrounded by our cats on the table while I’m writing to you in my living room. Our apartment is cute, our car is working again. I don’t have a single bolivar in my account right now, but there is enough food at home and our pets are happy and well-fed. And with a smile, hoping this day will turn out the way I planned, I close this news brief with the remark “All out? No way. La vita é bella!”

Have a great week and till next Wednesday!

© Adriaan van Ginkel 2015