Stories and News No. 1270 A little story about the death of a journalist who was trying to tell lives and conflicts considered uncomfortable as much as minor. The woman has just died and is in the anteroom waiting to meet the Creator, the great Director, the big Screenwriter or the illustrious Producer of The Human Show, depending on the protagonist's personal vision of the afterlife. "Next," announces the usher. She gets up from her chair and enters a large hall. As soon as she crosses the threshold she immediately notice at the bottom a child who will be at most seven or eight years old, sitting in a huge executive chair in front of a no less impressive desk covered with all kinds of paperwork. "Please, come on," he invites her to approach with a friendly voice. "Yes... here I am," she says perplexed and surprised. Once at the foot of the desk, the child stands up on the chair and asks her: "Who are you?" "My name is Shireen Abu Ak...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher