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I don’t remember the first time my father brought a newspaper home, but I do remember that it used to happen every day. I grew up to the smell of newspaper and to the sound of a news radio. I couldn’t be anything else but a journalist, It was my dream and now that Greece is going through such tough times I don’t even come close to the thought of quitting. As an online editor, I am thrilled to cover the news real time as it happens. Given the current situation in my country, it’s almost as history in the making.
I am a journalist. And damn proud of it.