Denial for fear

When I was a reporter working in courts I had to attend to lots of trials against criminals of all kind. Once, the defendant was a very dangerous man. Former assassin, now thug for hire. He was so violent during the trial, trying to intimidate the witnesses yelling at them and even trying pushing them, that the judge had to expelled him from the court room for a while, and after the pledges of his defence lawyer about that the...

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The champion coming home
Apr05

The champion coming home

Once my boss sent me to the welcoming ceremony of a real champion. Miguel Indurain, who just had wined the Tour de France, considered as the best cyclist of the world in his time (the early nineties). Miguel was a man of a few words. One of my editors told me before I left towards the village: – Try to get some exclusive statements from him. But – she added – be aware that he’s a little stupid and usually only...

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Manipulation

Like the old grandmas, I can’t remember if I already told you this story or not. Anyway I’ll go for it. It’s one of my little anecdotes from my time as a reporter. We were in a political campaign for the general and local elections. We were really fed up of the politicians and their daily public relations events. They were too used to have us around to write about every meeting with their supporters. That year, my...

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scary times

When I was very young, in Franco’s time, I was terrified about the street violence. The police forces loyal to the dictatorship frequently made raids in the old quarter searching for sympathizers of the Basque terrorist group ETA and separatists. That was their job, but the problem was the system how they worked, pretty violent. Everybody seem to be  a potential suspect if  young, long-haired, dressed in jeans and sneakers and...

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Flattery: who is who
Oct10

Flattery: who is who

Having spend most of my life working as a reporter I have heard lots of insults and few praises. People like to call us vultures. Because we gather wherever something newsworthy happens. And we began to ask difficult, uneasy questions, in order to collect the information we need to report. It’s true that there are reporters without ethics who can turn a tragedy in a show or a circus because they are a sensationalistic who only...

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Daring to inform

That evening my assignment was to report about a concert of sacred music at the Cathedral, and I was wearing the new navy blue skirt and the blue jacket I had bought with my first salary and heeled shoes. Not my usual attire, which was more casual. I took a taxi to go to the cathedral with enough time to have a good site ready to listen to the local orchestra an choir perform the Requiem by Mozart, humming to myself the beautiful...

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