to quarantine someone just left behind and with two decades of journalism and to the back, who has fought in places good, bad and very poor, who has written on media and other posh smaller but equally important, if not more, who has interviewed famous people and made infomercials and warehouse stores curtains Galician potato, which has kicked many, many street and corridors and offices and basements, which has brought news where none existed, who had put tons of imagination to it, which pisses me off every time someone complains of vice and who came to dub "Get a life." .. For someone, in short, who has spent many hours at this and know that this profession is not measured only by the media audience for that work, but for the passion that you put into what you do, stories like Izzie (Nuksazi in your Twitter account) will return the faith in this business, but also cause a half-smile to imagine the heartbreak, disappointment and disillusionment that you have left to live ... or not.
And, although I love this job and I know that I am privileged to have what I have, it is also true that I have left behind much of that passion blinds the principle that full time I did throw more hours at this of which is the day. I also took the stage "company man" in that I cared about the environment than their own; also suffered the syndrome "I must", that I was healing as I was changing jobs and I realized that no one is and that life goes on without one, also suffered the virus "does not understand people who are wanting to go home, I got over when I had children and my life priorities have changed.
I mean all this time has the great virtue of making everyone and everything in its place, sooner or later. And that time is what made me understand that there is life outside this. Not only that, but, little by little, has been born in me some pity for those who, left behind the youthful passion of the beginning, has no life outside of this. Perhaps
Izaskun never lose that momentum and that passion. You may even be willing to give to family life more or less stable-unstable as far as life is a journalist living for more focused at work. Perhaps, even, not ever assault the sense of panic that I began to deal with increasing frequency: I have two decades devoted to this work and I still have more years I have worked for you to quit. It is even possible that and are starting izaskun torment not imagining kicking the street, covering press conferences or statements microphone in hand chasing entered in the sixties. Because at some point we all imagine that at the age of retirement will be in an office with an important job or posh as columnists, television commentators or lecturers. But that, we all know it is not possible. The widespread promotion of journalists exit the school of journalism from the eighties can not end all at the top of the pyramid and life in the lower echelons is hard, especially if we share with people writing those twice his age.
No, not my intention to discourage anyone. Events even further. I may have developed bad or that I ask too many questions. But the reality is there, that future is not only probable but quite possible. Because everyone at some point we will want to take advantage of our experience, that we recognize our work. How many people older than 50 years we are covering press conferences, at airports looking statements with a tape recorder or microphone, or push for a canutazo elbows?
only ask that as Nuksazi izaskun and have the opportunity to travel all that way-the same as me and as many as I have traveled, and that each reach their own conclusions.
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