Unorthodox
My father was a teacher at the Journalism school of Navarre’s University in Spain from 1960 to 1992. I studied in that school and attended his classes, but I couldn’t
At the court house
The first time I entered a Court House, I felt scared and lost. I had in my hand a piece of paper I couldn’t understand I had received the day
Dignity in the face of danger
During WWII, my dad was on a train when a communist guerrilla bombed the tracks. They killed many passengers and took the survivors as prisoners. My dad was an independent
Dark humor
I have a friend, a teacher at a Journalism school, who looks for great stories to show his pupils how to write. But in his searching, he stumbles with many
The extraneous document
The attorney’s desk was full of legal documents about the case I was investigating as a reporter. It was a corruption scandal involving the president of my region an many
Lampoon oneself
I’m not American, and I don’t know if I have the right to bring here my opinion about what is happening with your president. My job as an analyst of
A risky encounter
Sometimes I feel like I was a grandma telling old tales to her grandchildren over and over again. But there are real stories that happened to me and left a
Odd and dangerous
As a reporter, I had to deal with information about terrorism and, in my case, above all, about the youngsters who were going to be trained to become terrorists. Life
Love, health, and work
When I was in the deepest stage of my depression, my doctor said that I needed to put a distance between my workplace and me. So I packed my belongings