Marta

Marta
"La vida es aquello que te va sucediendo mientras te empeñas en hacer otros planes"
John Lennon

Al hilo de la frase...

Si hace cinco años alguien me hubiera dicho que yo iba a estar editanto este blog y por esta causa...hubiera pensado que ese alguien no estaba muy cuerdo! Pero aquí estoy, contenta de haber hecho este blog que para mi es como una obra de arte, porque lo que al principio parecía un muro blanco, ha ido tomando el color de lo que soy y de lo que hago.
La vida me ha guiado por un camino que aunque me llamaba la atención, era sólo una ilusión que quizás no se haría realidad...pero a veces, los sueños se hacen realidad, como que este master ha sido mas provechoso de lo que ninguno pensabamos, como que el fin está llegando aunque ninguno lo veíamos, y más importante aún...al principio nos sentíamos solos, ahora somos una especie de familia unida por la misma causa.
La vida te sorprende, afortunadamente muchas veces gratamente, y la nuestra nos llevó a elegir esta profesión, a elegir cumplir este sueño. Ojalá el de todos se haga realidad!!!

Hora en Teruel

Mis canciones

"Dime y lo olvido, enséñame y lo recuerdo, involúcrame y lo aprendo"
Benjamin Francklin

28 abr 2010

How a forgotten Spanish province put itself back on the map

To be or not to be. That seemed to be the question for Teruel, a tiny province in south central Spain, and it looked like only a matter of time before a negative verdict would be rendered. Despite a capital handsome enough to merit designation as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, the outlook was grim. A hundred years of population decline had shrunk the citizenry by more than 40 percent. The roads and railways were decrepit. Educational opportunities at the university level were limited and the healthcare infrastructure was third-rate. As more people abandoned the province to seek fortune elsewhere, the national government saw fewer reasons to shore up services for those who remained. To make matters worse, although the economy was depressed, technically the area was rich enough to be exempt from European Union development aid, which has flowed largely into Eastern Europe in recent years. Tourists weren't even coming, despite a landscape dotted with Moorish fortifications straight out of One Thousand and One Nights.
Teruel was being roundly ignored. So a group of citizens banded together with the determination to turn things around. Enough was enough. Following a brainstorming session, they rallied around a simple slogan, a motto invested with hopes of ressurection and phrased with perfect simplicity: "Teruel Exists." Bumper stickers, T-shirts and posters were printed up. They began to pop up here and there, confronting Spaniards with a curt, straightforward memo. Teruel Exists.
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It and any number of similar regions around the world have plenty to learn, and it just may start with figuring out how to produce news from an absolute vacuum. Before we parted ways, Juarez showed once again that Teruel Exists is the undisputed champion in that regard. As we bellied up to a nearby bar and ordered a round of beers, he picked up his cell phone and summoned a reporter from the Heraldo de Aragon, the state's biggest newspaper. Not long afterwards, she turned up, snapped a photo and asked me a few questions. Three days later, there it was on page 14, headline and picture and everything. "Teruel Exists [has received attention] from people in Finland, Germany, the Republic of Congo and two separate countries in South America," Juarez was quoted as saying, but word of the town had yet to spread to the United States.

At least, not yet. It would take a second story, filed a few thousand miles away, to accomplish that.
Trey Popp, Philadelphia-based reporter

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