My notepad
May07

My notepad

It was an object simple and common, innocuous. Something a kid can use without fear and must do it to learn and play. But for many years it exposed me to dangers, anger and attempts to manipulation among other things: my notepad. During those years, when I took out my notebook from my bag in the middle of an event, or during a trial, or during a violent demonstration, everybody recognised my condition of a reporter. Some of the people...

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Reporter in two worlds
May05

Reporter in two worlds

After many years working in the newsroom of a newspaper with my boss always looking over my shoulder to check what I was doing, I got extremely stressed. We didn’t have schedules, I often finished my workday at midnight. We almost didn’t have weekends. There was no way to have a social life , almost nor family life in those conditions. Anyway, my doctor advised me to change the scenery for a while. So I decided to ask for...

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Apprentice with bad luck
May01

Apprentice with bad luck

My first assignment when I began to work in a newsroom as an apprentice was to go to the City Hall and cover the weekly meeting of the council. I was a student of journalism and when I arrived to the City Hall, I found that our competitor newspaper had sent as reporters my writing teachers. They were seasoned journalists with years of experience doing that job and lots of knowledge of everything related to the council, the...

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A reporter’s story

When I was a reporter I found myself following a story about three terrorists who killed a policeman and wounded another in a place very popular for hikers: a canyon with a pretty dangerous river down in the bottom. The place is beautiful and it has only one path with several tunnels. People leave their cars up on the path and get down to the river banks to have a sunbathe or enjoy a picnic. The police patrol the place because...

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The chaotic sound of the old newsrooms

It’s pretty difficult to concentrate to write something coherent when you’re surrounded by the loud noises of construction work. The workers next door are drilling and hammering to demolish some walls and make reforms in the apartment. I can’t isolate myself from this annoying circumstance and I only have gained a fried brain and an acute headache. There was a time when I needed noises to help my concentration, out...

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