Two of my best friends are unemployed, even they´re excellent journalists. They took personals decisions about her laboral and personal future. But the lucky hadn't touched their doors. It put me on unhappy and afraid. We met in one of the most important and respect newsroom in El Salvador. They decided to left this paper. I'm still in it. Sometimes I feel me strange for my age. Maybe it's time to fly, search another spaces. Maybe. A mountain of ideas enter and left my head.
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Hi! I love your blog! I suppose life is a combination of both good times and bad times. When I can only see the bad ones, I try to remember that famous phrase: "No hay mal que dure cien anos" and it cheers me up. Hope it helps!
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