At 22 years old, the boy started his first job with a low salary; he had no choice to refuse the job. In his first week at the weekly newspaper his feature story occupied the front page… day after day he took the confidence in work.
During the next year the boy became one of well known journalist among the politics life as he covered the parliament affairs in the paper, he found himself sitting at the same table in restaurants with the country elite not only talking to them but they became in need him to provide news and give him secret information to publish.
But here I have to admit, that the journalist in his first attending to restaurants he didn’t know many menu items and he had to order anything he knows to avoid embarrassing but life goes on as Peter Frost, the poet of America, said.
Within few years, the boy or the journalist took his way in media field covering so many important events, visiting a lot of countries and achieving press awards.
What happened to the boy is not miraculous but it deserves to write about it, as it is not easy for a nomad boy like him to inter a world that is restricted to certain few ….
It will be continued…
Thursday, May 04, 2006
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