The Guardian

Very first day at The Guardian. Some kind of induction day.

A tall guy who seems that will be my supervisor spends too long explaining how the articles are classified, tagged and formatted, ready for uploading. I am also supposed to read them and pick up mistakes that may have slipped through the several layers of sub-editing. These are articles that have already been sent to the printers; any correction will only come up on the online version.

London home

London room

I live in a shared house in London. I don’t know any one who doesn’t. Most of the people I know have moved in houses already inhabited with strangers. Then we make friends, or not. It seems easier to just find a room in the kind of house you like than getting together with friends, decide to look for the same kind of accommodation and then once found, distribute the very different bedrooms among the, in principle, similar people.

Talk on Palestine in Zaragoza

A lot of emails and phonecalls are needed to arrange a talk in another city. My friend J.M. had a visit to pay in Zaragoza and we were arranging to go there together. But now there is so much snow he has cancelled the visit. I can not, or I do not want to cancel this. I may get stranded somewhere in the middle of the railway. But I have to try to get there on the day we have scheduled because if I do not, then the chance will be gone. Maybe another year. But I can always try another year, I feel the need to make this one happen this time.

Telling it

Back in Europe, it’s Christmas time, so it is not quite going back to normal. Not just yet. In one hand, it is Christmas time. Lights in the streets, jolly and empty music. So, even if Palestine had not happened, this would still be that time of year where routine breaks to make it all family and all special. In the other hand, I am eager to tell as many people as possible about what I have seen and heard in Palestine. Part of my family listens, and then there are comments like “So out of the whole world to go on holiday, you had to go to a war zone?” “yeah they want independence, just like here” “well we probably don’t see as many tanks in the streets as they see there”. Besides, they all have their own stories to tell.

Priests and privileges

I need to spend a few more days more in Jerusalem. Which doesn’t qualify as time in Palestine, because as I mentioned in this previous post, Jerusalem is no longer considered Palestine by any one who lives there, despite the ‘efforts’ by the ‘international community’ in making it a shared city between two countries … of which only one exists.

Clashes

There seems to be some kind of clash between Dissent! people and these Christians… I see more a cultural clash than anything else. It is not easy to simply start working on a consensus based structure with no structure whatsoever, specially if you come from a hierarchical background – which we all do.

Hospital 2

Every time I see L play with his mum’s mobile, I think of how different childhoods mine and the next generation’s are. I took me fifteen years to see a computer for the first time of my life, and a few more to see a mobile phone.

Hospital 1

M* and her son are lucky that she can afford to be with his child all day, although there is a high price to pay, not in money, for that luxury.

Hospital

Last time I am interviewed by Caroline and Zara in the lunchtime show. Stayed for a few hours to cover the Studio Manager shift and, while doing so, M* calls from hospital because her son has had an asthma attack.

Tube 07

Last day of Tube Radio. Says O. that I have worked on the content quite well, and he is probably right; says Jose that a program like mine is un-swallow-able and he is probably more right.