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Post by account_disabled on Feb 25, 2024 0:03:25 GMT -8
Mallorca and Seville that made me feel a sensation as pleasant as it was unknown. In those photos there are memories that are worth gold for a postcard collector who remains fascinated with the skyline of each city he goes to who asks his Doha taxi driver to stop for a second at The Corniche to see if they have built any new skyscrapers since the last time he was there and who is amazed by the colorful reflections of Singapores buildings in the water surrounding the imposing Marina Bay Sands. Memories of New York musicals at every US Open Les Miserables Groundhog Day Aladdin or Mamma Mia Memories of the good people who have joined those who appeared in this newspaper those who arrived from Onda Cero and those who have subsequently landed to stay from a thousand Special Database different places. But above all in those photos there are memories of happiness of a guy who enjoys what he does just as he did at the beginning but with the advantage of having learned something on the trip. Memories of a job that creates gray hair and smiles at the same time. Memories of a profession that ends up tipping the balance towards your side giving you more than taking away from you and I can assure you of that with my hand on my heart. In short memories of journalism of fascinating stories that were written and others that were kept locked away because finding the balance between telling and keeping quiet. For this reason and this is what I have told her parents when they asked me my opinion without being anyone to give it it is best for the girl who used the Nenuco bottle as a microphone to study journalism.
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