It's the word that describes this backpack. This backpack does not represent our tricolor, much less education. It represents the impoverished Venezuelan and the child who goes to school without eating, the young man who left the Lyceum to help his family and the mother who 8 hours ago to buy food. It represents the one who works honestly and does not pay the salary, the grandmother who sleeps outside the bank to collect the pension, represents the one who eats the garbage and ask at the traffic light; It represents the misery of a government that loves the poor so much that it decided to multiply them.