There was a time when Caracas sparkled like Miami with mountains. Oil money rained down, shopping malls gleamed, and Venezuelans flew to Paris for the weekend like it was nothing. Today, that same country is a graveyard of broken skyscrapers, worthless banknotes, and a population that has fled on foot through jungles just to survive. What happened here is not a mystery. It is a warning. And the scariest part