An English Journey

The way something looks can  sometimes   mislead the viewer, making him  get the wrong end of the stick . Appearances can be deceptive and often they are.  Politicians have always lied, that’s a fact, a thing we can't deny. Maybe that’s the reason why post-truth has recently become the Oxford Word Of The Year 2016 with Mr Trump and Brexit being the leading exponent of the collocation “post-truth politics”.  We could define post-truth in layman's terms as 'the art of the lie' although the politeness of the renowned dictionary has defined it as ' relating to or denoting circumstances in which objective facts are less influential in shaping public opinion than appeals to emotion and personal belief'. The problem arises when such a term is the  mainstay  of political commentary. It seems like the concern about fake news has diminished among the public opinion. It ’ s a perilous time for journalism, at least for the kind of journ...

Beniatjar, Valencia. Sunday afternoon. Lolling around on the Calvary, the sun glaring right in my eyes , I feel rejuvenated . Our body has been designed to overcome difficulties . The brain can providentially forget those trifling fears that sometimes are able to keep us sleepless , staring up at our bedroom ceiling all night long. Sucre is lying on a stone bench by me, quiet and peaceful. Wagging his tail occasionally as a sign of happiness. Aware of the companionable silence , who knows? No other human being around to talk to, I can free my mind. There is no single niggling worry at the back of my head. I can now do my own thing . Sometimes a bit of self-awareness and selfishness is not harmful. The end justifies the means .