Luckily, even talk of misfortunes, I have heard, see and touch and a few of those stories African, human, in which you crack the bile. Learn, or you acojonas, or you surprise, but not a pose say that after living each one of those moments something moves. A circus for children with AIDS, corrective rape of lesbians, troops of soldiers abandoned on Mount living like animals, death ... All-blank, provoking moments when you do not know where to put their eyes to offend discovering yourself stupid face that you get when you hear the sound of vomiting unpleasant.
The stupid face that you get when you hear the sound of vomiting unpleasant as close
But, never in my life have I heard the stories of the last week. A report, the best I ever felt my, and has no accommodation where I want him out (well I'm freelance newspaper correspondent and I can sell to other means to earn some stories better life). Do not have a missing photo that looks on the page (they are afraid of retaliation, very understandable, and not wanting to go out sticking up). But want pictures magazines, the story is the least. A large photo and if it can be very hard to block by the instant and catchy title also given time to scrutinize reader love your morning coffee awaits Pisces this week and go with sufficient information to .
Neither shared nor never understood the idea of ??newspapers and magazines to corner the words. "People do not read", I have said almost always means that I have worked, while the shift manager was determined to reduce the text and put a lot of graphics, summaries, ladillos, photos and any visual element to make the reader believe that was before a poster and not to a newspaper page.
He understands the same information sensitivity a cover announcing Fantastic Week
I always remember that Alfredo Semprum, one of the best journalists I worked with in my life, I commissioned a few years to make a long story about the Cuban revolution ago. I did and soon came to my table and told me: "It's very good, but the end falls short. I asked you to shorten the photo so that you have more text ". Alfredo, an old journalist, School is words. I, thunderstruck, almost I felt sorry the typesetters would have to find the forgotten tool crop photos, the guy wearing that half understood with the same sensitivity fact a cover ad Fantastic Week.
And while, the numbers are turning their backs on all those who bet on the card albums. Each time fewer newspapers sold, people are not stupid and Twitter before you learn what happens outside. Advantage: make friends, free and also know if your ex is with another. drawbacks: former boss of mine thinks that it is a lot of text and photos do not look.
Drawbacks of Twitter: former boss of mine thinks that it is a lot of text and photos do not look
And while, correspondents are an endangered species. Each month you get an email announcing you that "by declining readership and the crisis can not continue paying you ...". I guess there will be a day when you realize that already does three email that there was no option to cut more because they pay nothing and at least bother to change the heading of the letter by a "by declining readership and Crisis announce that you have to pay us ... ". No kidding, reach.
In Madrid I met a famous journalist, which it has a renowned web but very little of which he speaks in his famous talk shows of living, she offered to sell me a section paying a fixed and he also was the 50% of the income I got. I explained that percentage was negotiable. its web, I did not know, I estimate that has an average monthly visits to near ten. It's a fucking trash. He, top, da shameful lessons patronized an imbecile, I, He began by speaking Africa with the serious mistake of not carrying a map to situársela. Trinca there is not anything, I said. "People do not read", It was his message.
Their lives make you blanch. Trembles each story
And while, I put a picture of the three shadows of the stars and a photo that made me a researcher friend who has helped me with unsaleable report by lack of large images. She looks at me listening to a woman who tells a story covered during 20 years. It, with two guerrilla more, I explicabyearsvida quiet since then. A taboo, a secret, a lie accepted by everyone look away. I had nothing interesting story of how they were abducted, raped and turned into soldiers with only 11 years. Their lives make you blanch. Trembles each story. As we have, what they say ... His ten years of terror, unspeakable madness (murders, abuse, cannibalism…) But people do not read and this is a story of words, theirs, which still lacks a striking photo.
