Old strategy
The eighties and nineties were dangerous on the streets of the city where I live and where I worked as a journalist. Terrorists committed bomb attacks or shootings, killing and
Overcoming de urge to hide
Born in exile, I went to school knowing nothing about Spanish, the language of the country in which I lived. I didn’t understand a word of what the teachers and
Tom
He was one of the best persons I have met. Always in good spirits, willing to help, caring about everybody. He was my cousin. Because I was born in exile,
Arrival on the Orient Express
After twelve years apart, persecuted by communists, my parents finally managed to get together in Munich in 1956. My mom boarded the Orient Express in Zagreb, Croatia, then under communist
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
Be cautious with your privacy
Years ago, I went on vacation to a remote town on the Cantabrian coast. I wanted to disappear for a while. I was a journalist, and I had been reporting
The rumor
One of my career achievements was that my colleagues elected me as the Navarra Journalists Association’s first woman president. I was young, and in those years, men still dominated the
Jail
The Jail’s chaplain asked me once if I would be willing to lecture the inmates as part of an activity organised by the education committee. I had to talk about
I couldn’t say Goodbye
My mom had a stroke and spent four years paralysed. I spent much time with her, trying to alleviate her suffering. It was exhausting and wonderful at the same time