One of the biggest crises in my life was when I went out of a labor court with a sentence that said that I was unfit to work.
I love my job. I’m a journalist. Nothing can change that. But my illness was too serious to continuing hitting the streets every day looking for news, and spending long hours in the newsroom.
After thirty years, In just one morning, I found myself out of business, going home with that piece of paper in my hand that forbade me to practice my job.
It was the only way, they said me. I was so deep in my depression and so shocked for what was happening that I Couldn’t react.
My life changed dramatically. I was always at home. All the rush activity was gone. No deadlines, no hurry to finish on time, no people around. Luckily, I had the support of my family. But it was hard.
It was difficult for me even to read the newspaper every morning. My newspaper without me.
Something similar but no so hard it’s happening to Me this year.
From 2016 I have been working to prepare the celebration of the centenary of my dad, which was in 2019. I translated from the Croatian his diaries to write a book about him and worked with the University in which he was professor for more than 30 years to organise events. Everything was great because I published the book, traveled to make presentations and even there were great events in Croatia where they published my dad’s books.
Now that all that activity has finished, I’m again in a little crisis. I don’t know what to do in front of my computer when I want to write something interesting.
Write is my life. I need to overcome this situation and find a new source of inspiration.
In the background picture, me as a young reporter among others