Let us take epic and lyric to what you don’t have. Everyone with a certain callus in the trade knows that the basis of investigation journalism is very simple. Someone pissed off with someone blows a journalist of his rope or the opposite, as it suits him, relevant information that harms the pimples or benefits the pissed off, or both. That is, a subject intends to use a messenger to sink the reputation of a third party and/or save his own. Easy to understand, right? The difficult, and laborious, comes later. Because the messenger is supposed to be on the side of neither for one nor another, but of the truth, the right to information and public service. And that is where the journalist, of research or whatever, portrays. The good will try to verify and contrast the breath, will pull the thread until it endures and will not publish the story until you have it tied enough to continue supporting its jeta in the mirror. The bad will throw with what he has, however gross, the greater the glory of the clicks and his ego until the complaint comes, if it comes, and if I have published it, I do not remember. Well, between them a third specimen has wet us to wet our ear: the journalist plumberthe vice versa.
To explain the filtration – they remember: someone wants to sink someone – from the government to an entrepreneur in exchange for information against the UCO – they remember: sink from others to save his own – Leire Díez, a socialist militant until five minutes ago, but has been investigating dirty wars for years as a journalist at his risk and pure love of the trade. And let’s go, we call ourselves journalists, and we believe it. That said: we can remove lyrical and epic to the matter; What we can not be to deny the grieving. On Monday the Berlanga Humor Awards are delivered in honor of the corrupt, corrupt, rogue, necessary cousins and pringaders. I am sure that the winners will have won it. The pity is that colleague Leire did not compete.
