Dear Papi Lenfest

Espero que a un año de tu partida de este universo estés tranquilo, que no te preocupes mucho por las cosas que estamos pasando aquí abajo.

Nosotros estamos bien, creo. Hay veces que siento la necesidad de regresarme al Caribe, pero me detengo cuando pienso en cuán difícil se me haría conseguir un empleo sin tomar partidos. También pienso en cuánto hemos logrado en el periódico durante el tiempo que no has estado aquí.

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Two Drops of Journalism

“They admire you or they hate you.” That used to be a common phrase at the newsroom during my year as a journalism intern at the now 127-year-old newspaper Listín Diario. It was a worthy, challenging, dangerous career. And, at the oldest outlet of the Dominican Republic it was the place where only the best-of-the-best could thrive to become and print their words on a sheet to be sold to 10 million inhabitants.

It was also a #JournalismSoMale that none of the digital or print outlets I applied to gave me the opportunity to continue developing my skills, after I won my first National Journalism Award at age 23. It was too much to handle, even for the paper I earned my award from. That was back in 2013. Sigue leyendo “Two Drops of Journalism”