The country club used to be a place for the elite. Now it is a makeshift hospital. This is the reality of Venezuela's state collapse, where a health system in ruins forces doctors and patients to improvise in the shell of a once-exclusive sports complex.
The clinic sits in a former tennis court, its walls lined with beds separated by sheets. There is no running water. Oxygen tanks are shared between rooms.
Staff work for food, not wages. The breakdown is not just about politics. It is about the body.
It is about survival. For the families here, the question is not when the state will return. It is how long their bodies can hold out before the next power cut, the next shortage of insulin, the next infection that antibiotics cannot treat.
This is the real economy of crisis. And it is wrenching the country apart.
