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  • Physical Education class would start in a few minutes, but I tried to keep my mind occupied with every single second I still had at the library. Looking for something among the magazines, one of them took my breath away. On its cover, with a yellow frame, it was written: on 21st century, there are 27 million slaves in the world. At the age of ten or eleven, this fact sounded scary to me. I don’t remember if the concept of Journalism was part of my vocabulary at that time, but I’ve found out, on the pages of that magazine, what my mission on Earth is. This way, Journalism introduced itself to me. Human miseries in a yellow frame. Real world. History told at the present time.

    Shy children have the advantage of becoming real good observers of the world around. In a place where many people talk, but few of them have something to say, Journalism gave me voice. Now, here I am, willing to use this voice to tell people not only what they want to know, but also what they have to.

    P.S.: Pursue your dreams. They are your mission on this pale blue dot.
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