My life is so normal and my memory so short! I can’t remember such a situation. No big triumphs with a flair of glory. Only little achievements unnoticed.
Against all odds I write every day hoping something worthy to tell will come up. But my stories are so negative and so sad that I get discouraged.
Usually when I’m going against all odds I end in frustration. They say I’m jinxed. When I was in my first year as a reporter (I think I was 17 or 18) my boss in Bilbao sent me to do a report about the tuna fishermen in Bermeo, a beautiful town near Bilbao…
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