By the time I finished medical school, riots and chaos were constant in Venezuela. Sometimes I felt like I was trapped in George Orwell's 1984! For example, I needed to trade things with my colleagues like toilet paper or deodorant. And we didn’t even have basic medicines like antibiotics or chemotherapy agents for our work. I asked myself, What kind of doctor I was going to be if I couldn't look after my patients?
So I did my research, and decided that Australia was the best option for me to get out. However, in . . .