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Do you have a mentor? Tell us about him or her. Are you a mentor to someone else? Tell us what that relationship has added to your life.

I don’t have a mentor any more. Actually I don’t remember having a mentor other than my dad. He was an open door to me, always available to my questions about life, about my job, about everything, always ready to listen to me. Always there for me. He is part of my life. No matter how may years have passed since he died, I miss him every day. I miss his blue eyes, his smile, his wise words, his laugh, his being silent, his songs, his looking at me understanding, I miss him. I would like to write better to explain what was my dad for me. But unfortunately I have no words, no time to do it.

I didn’t mentor anybody, I think, but I tried always to help my coworkers, above all the younger ones. When I taught at the Journalism School of the University I gave good references about my students to help them get a job. Two of them ended working in my newsroom.

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Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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