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  My expectations for 2021 are very little optimistic, at least for the first part of the year. The vaccine will arrive in March, but that will not mean that we can return to the life we ​​led before. Despite all this, I hope to finish my career in journalism, and if I have the opportunity to find work in something related. I hope it will be a year full of projects with friends like the one I mentioned creating a magazine, as I wrote in a previous blog. Work is an issue in itself. The media world is quite complicated, especially in our country, where the transition to digital media has been slow and difficult. And work is increasingly precarious. Although perhaps all times are difficult for journalism.What I hope for this new year, that in the constituent discussion there is a dialogue about a new legislation on the media and the right to communication, linked not only to the media issue itself, but also to culture and education. Another thing I hope is that 2021 is a good year in ...

  I am in my fourth year of journalism. Right now, I don't know what to expect. For real. The Chilean media are in a deep crisis and it is very difficult to find work, but you can always dream about that. I would love to have a job as a print journalist as a chronicler, or something like that. Do many things and not a single job in an office. I know it is the axiom of a precarious job, but it is difficult for me to do something without getting bored. Maybe it's undiagnosed ADHD. I do not know. I would like a job that would allow me to travel, or at least the money to travel as a tourist. As I said in the first blog, I would very much like to travel to Spain. Perhaps living in Spain thanks to the fact that he would be doing a career. But it is only a dream. I would like to do a career in literature, to learn more about the different types of expressions of this art in Latin America. Another thing I would like to do as a journalist is make a cultural magazine with my friends. Thi...

  Continuing the story from the second blog, how I found the Cleme (check it out). When I found her she was very skinny and her nipples were sore. Some small spots of blood can be seen. And little by little she got fat and became healthy. At that time living in Santiago, I was very sad, a little depressed and I discovered that she was an oasis. Her personality was very attached, perhaps for the same reason that she lived on the street. She was very messy. I remember once I came back from college, I went into the apartment and I saw my room, and the garbage was strewn all over the floor, and she was in the middle and it seemed like nothing had happened here. For things like that I would take her out for a walk, without a chain because at that moment I didn't have one and she was walking close to me. Suddenly I crossed my legs out of shyness towards other dogs. When we got to a park, she started running and spinning, with a joy that could make you forget everything that happened to m...

The quarantine was a difficult process for me. I am a person who likes to walk the streets, go to my friends' houses and when I came home I loved to read or watch movies as a way to connect with myself. I know it sounds hippie but it's real. In Quarantine when all the sensations were internal, my hobbies like reading or watching movies became obsolete, so the whole process was very boring. I did not connect with my hobbies. She had to find new things to do. In the first month, I did some exercise with an app on my phone. I quit because after doing a couple of cold exercises, I was sore for a week. The second month I learned some French on the Duolingo app. The app has an alarm for daily training, but after a while I left it for no special reason. The University, I guess. But there is always something left: Je T'aime mon amour. The third month I tried to write a story, but the focus was anywhere but what I was writing. The fourth month, I don't remember what I did. The f...