We have all met toxic people, gifted with evil, capable of poisoning and dynamiting everything within their reach for the benefit of themselves or destroying it to the detriment of themselves as well. It’s a way of life that never ends well. I know cases to write hundreds of pages. In my profession we have stories to keep us awake. Yesterday I was talking to a colleague who also lived through the days of shouting, verbal attacks and passion in the bathrooms, here she could have written ‘toilets’ considering that we are talking about garbage. Guys and guys who came to the newsrooms with the sole purpose of being gang members.
One recent morning I spoke at length with the opposite side of toxics. His name is Rafael Avero, a priceless friend and companion. Rafa is a brilliant photojournalist with whom I worked, closer or further away, but always on the lookout for the news. I remember him in the nineties when he started working for El País and other media. Together we went to watch the movements of the little girl from Monaco in the south of Tenerife. We did a great job. Rafa caught the girl with her boyfriend by surprise and that was the first photo the next day in La Provincia.
Friend and companion, both
We are worth more for what we keep silent than for what we tell.
