My life

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Degree in Journalism (UAB, 1986) when the degree lasted five long years. But apart from Josep Maria Casasús (Journalistic Writing), Mario Herreros (Advertising) -recently deceased- and Emili Prado (Radio) I forgot the names of most of the other teachers. Journalism, like whores, you learn on the street.

After I joined the PhD at Pompeu University -even got a certificate of proficiency researcher- but I was bored: I had a professor of investigative journalism that I doubt would have ever been in the Commecial Register -when these things could not be ordered online-, and others who had barely just put a foot in a newsroom. Of all the careers, journalism -baptized in my time as Sciences of Information- is one where there is the most distance between theory and the real world.

I extended my studies at Strasbourg University (France, 1987) with a grant from the Conde de Barcelona Foundation, of which I am sure Mr. Javier de God regrets forever but where I took the opportunity to learn Belgian. And another at the Foundation Ortega y Gasset to extend studies of international relations at Oxford. Unfortunately here I practiced more Colombian than English.

I worked for many years in La Vanguardia newspaper, where I went from being a mere reporter, and later in El Mundo, where I ran into a guy named Mr. Albert Montagut. I am eternally grateful since then: without him e-notícies would never have been founded.

Besides being one of the founders of this e-paper -about 300,000 readers a month- I have had other important things in my life such as running a couple of marathons, four Matagalls -a race that consists of running 82 km in 24 hours-, a traverse of Lake Banyoles and to read the biography of Churchill by Roy Jenkins in English and Les Bienveillantes, of Jonathan Littell, in French.

I had also worked as a teacher of investigative journalism at the International University of Catalonia, but I was hired -I took only my First Communion and I got married in a civil ceremony- because I am not of Opus and that university is. In this case I have to thank a teacher named Albert Arbós (not to be confused with the president of the consultation InterMèdia, with whom I have not done anything).

And, before, I taught at Eserp school but I was very badly paid. The owner of the Academy -because it was more an academy, than a university- went awarding honorary doctorates from around the world to then hang the photo in the lobby and impress the future students.

On the other hand, I was a member of the Journalists Association, but I gave up many years ago. It has been one of the more intelligent decisions I've ever taken in my life, besides marrying and having three children.

My complete works are reduced to a single book ("Contra la Barelona progre") that should be good even if I had not come out on TV3, Catalunya Radio, La Vanguardia or Rac1. Nevertheless, a journalist and writer like Pilar Rahola stands out, as well as Josep Maria Espinàs, Manuel Cuyàs or Libertad Digital. In addition, Manuel Trallero wrote the prologue that I've included on this website.

I was the first commentator to leave, live, with a estelada in Intereconomía, but in Catalonia they do not want me in Catalunya TV3 or Radio. But instead, I have been fortunate to collaborate with teachers of radio such as Toni Albert Clapés or Albert Om. I also collaborate, from time to time, with other media such as Barcelona TV, Canal Català TV Badalona or.

And notice: I am not the former Catalan president Jordi Pujol, who is a gentleman. If I ever write my memoirs pass bills. As the song of Quico Pi de la Serra, a Catalan singer, syas: "If the bastards never fly would not see the sun." I've known a lot.