CFFC: Stacked or piled up
I’m a journalist, and I have mainly lots of books and papers piled up, waiting for a moment to get neatly put in some kind of orderly space. Obviously, that
Sailing
The fresh air on my face clears my thoughts. I am on the bow of a sailboat heading the open sea on a sunny day, staring at the horizon. Blue
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
Democracy at work
I followed the House of Representatives’ debate to impeach Donald Trump for inciting the assault of the Capitol last week. I found it really interesting, not only because of the
The busker
Brrr! How cold am I! I spent all day in the street under the snow playing my sax. A nice man gave me a cup of hot coffee at lunchtime,
Death
I had to overcome many irrational fears during my life, some of them with a terrible story behind them, like my fear of elevators or my fear of bridges. But
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,
Strange times
Our streets used to be plenty of tourists and pilgrims of the Way of St. James all year long. But this Pandemic has ruined all. Now we are by ourselves,