difficult it is to gauge the risks of an enemy that is not seen or known. Difficult to reconcile that with a profession that so much has changed. That's hard to decide when you have no power of decision. How difficult is to establish the barrier of prudence when the margin for error is so large and the contours of the consequences so widespread. Fear sometimes saves our lives, sometimes we spoil a good story, and in most cases the two things at once. Individualism at the computer and the common good. The story or coverage. When they are terminating this grueling work of earthquake and tsunami became ends in a nuclear crisis I see the world turning to the same doubts that I had in Morocco, Gaza and Beirut. Deciding when to stop, where to go, when to return and choose what kind of stories are the eternal questions that I always end up bringing in the backpack. Apart again this time with three or four kilos of dirty clothes, two notebooks full of data names and dates, multiple phone numbers for your return, a sunrise between the skyscrapers of Tokyo with a whiskey in the hand of those who never forget , a song, two new friends, several reunions of the tribe as always, new companions, a couple of sentences, fatigue, answers, oblivion. Life.
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