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lying if I said I always wanted to be a journalist. learn to read completed four years was a sign, I think, that would sail better on letters in the midst of the tempestuous numbers. And the time I gave reason. Then I wanted to be all-the typical Chibolo-perhaps because I did everything a bit too: work in shops, raising pigs, cows, chickens, making cheese ... I wanted to be the first Peruvian player in Major League Baseball Elprime Peruvian rider tailing bulls and a thousand other things, characteristics of the Venezuelan plains, where I spent part of my childhood and puberty, few towns of Sabaneta, where he was born Hugorila president. Assist in the repair of refrigerators and air conditioners, make a play failed, traveling as much as possible for my adopted country, back tried to be a footballer, etc. ... anyway ... is really little. The list is much higher in other lives more enjoyable, but back. Was that the journalist was not always.
fact, I went to college enrolled in Economics. "If my parents could, why not me," an "I" Trainspotting fan, reader Bryce Echenique, Poe and damned poets. I decided that was enough of Keynes and his friends in the middle of the second half. After falling to a vocational existential limbo a year, I opted for the School of Communications. It was an improvement, then would choose a career. I finished a letter asking for my change to journalism. (It explained that where I studied, students have the last chance to change his profession to study the second year, before taking courses chosen career.) But I always winking Audiovisual Communication. Salamero the most was when a short film I produced, wrote the screenplay itself basing on an idea and where did the cameraman, won a prize in the first year of College (junior year) and was the only one who competed with work advanced semesters in other categories, the most important of all awards. Used to not winning anything, was an obligation to think of affinities. Who directed "Please!, Raul Porras not step!" (This is called the short) has now set plays in the Plaza and other theaters Usila large Lima and has hijacked the original video somewhere in your house forever.
I raise this account of how I got into journalism because I left the place where I took the first steps out of the home university. It is inevitable feeling that one leaves the nest, the same feeling that has been repeated twice this year we are going, which also finished the race. It was that place where I did notice that would strive to remain a journalist. I say "possible" because, as in the past (as I've come to realize as I write these lines and I bet you / you also read) there are other plans that interest me, I'm attracted to opportunities realize. Come on, other branches which I can jump.
A year in the bustling newsroom of a newspaper, where I saw "what should and should not be done," as the final one of my bosses. Where every day I do what I enjoy doing and where exactly I found out. The feeling was learning from the first minute to the last that I was there. The close friends, another topic.
Today, in a different culture, a radio, see what other courses ruling on the "I" that has been in his library of old books, just download Trainspotting (after three tense days of waiting) and lends itself to remember old times.