A baseball title reveals Venezuelans’ buried joy for years
Caracas, Venezuela There’s happiness, and then there’s Venezuelan happiness. It tastes sweeter. Loudly. Deeper. Maybe because it doesn’t come that often. Or because it has been repressed by security forces and self-censored to avoid going to jail. Or because it seems collectively and individually unattainable. But the country realised this on Wednesday. People cried, shouted,…