A ring with a story
My father had an aunt named Olga, a teacher at the school in his town, Kotor. She was respected and loved by everybody because she cared for her pupils very
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
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
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
Undecided
Doubts. All my life I have had trouble deciding what to do. And eventualy, after trying many ways to express my creativity, and release my energy, I couldn’t mastered a
My Guardian Angel is Black
Many years ago, I was in Washington DC, trying to find the International Press Center in the middle of a snowstorm, and I got lost. I ended in a deserted
Valid hug
When I knock to the door of my former school, an old nun greeted me and began to talk with me very excited, remembering our past times when I was
Advent Calendar
For the ones who celebrate Christmas, today begins the Advent Calendar. It’s the time of preparation for the big feast of December 25th. When we were kids, we had an
Squirrel
Squirrel was the nickname of a taxi driver we had hired to drive us to the most weird (or common) places to collect data as journalists working in Bilbao. I