The meadows of Urus
The road ended at the fence of the front garden of the old house my father had found to spend our summer holidays. It was the best he could afford
Love each day
When my father died, we found his diaries from the years of WWII and the cold war, a time very harsh for him. We thought that the diaries would be
Sailing on the bay
So strange! All my body was sweating, despite I was in the open air, sailing with my dad on a beautiful bay. The small boat swayed in the waves. All
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
Flashback September 25: My hero
I wrote this post September 25th 2014 to answer a WordPress prompt that asked who was my hero when I was five and if my vision of that person had
The end of a very special year
I began this year full of expectations. We celebrated my dad’s centenary. He was a professor at the University of Navarre for 33 years, writer, journalist, and poet. But above
Cee’s fun foto challenge: books and paper
I’m writing an article about my father for a prestigious historical publication, and I have to check many facts about WWII and what happened during the Cold War to quote
Complete change thanks to my parents
Change has come to my life since I wrote my first book and it was published four months ago. I was a retired Journalist , pretty sick, with not so
A moving celebration
I’m moved by a celebration in honor of my father, Luka Brajnović, in Madrid, where 300 journalists payed him homage in his centenary. Some of them talked about how my father have teach them to be free and work with ethics. … Continue readingA moving celebration