I’m writing from Pamplona, Spain. We are all confined in our houses because of the spread of the Coronavirus. The Government has declared a state of alarm for the whole…

Many years ago, I was working in newsroom plenty of typewriters, with a teletypes room and a lot of noise. Phones ringing, the bells of the teletype announcing hot news…

John was going home from his office when he found in the street at the door one of his coworkers, Patty, a good looking woman, who always wore shoes with…

Frank and Lucy had decided to begin a new life together. She had found a job at the Institute of Fine Arts of New York University and had gone already…

When the democracy was too young in Spain, I was a too young reporter in a dangerous city because we had many separatists, supporters of a violent terrorist group, who…

Last year I published my first book. And it was a success. I had favorable critics, and the people I talked about it said that it is a page-turner. I…

It was Sunday morning, sunny and warm. I was in the hospital, taking care of my dad. He was terminal.  I turned on the TV. They were broadcasting a concert…

When I was working as a stringer journalist in San Francisco, California, I already suffered from the deep depression that had hit me hard two years earlier in Spain. There…

In the park we have a mini zoo with all kinds of birds. But I have never seen before a rooster like the one in the picture. Very strange. It’s…