I am Albert Jonas Moraos Lizardo. I am 25 years old and I am a journalist. My father, Alberto, was born on the island of Margarita, on the sea, Venezuelan Caribbean, and mother, Lydeisa, is also coastal, from La Guaira. I was born in Los Teques, a landlocked territory in central Venezuela.
I am a serifile and a cinephile, I have a formal relationship with Netflix and I like music so much that I can listen to it from the romantic ballads of Pablo Alborán or Bruno Mars, to the vallenato of Silvestre Dangond.
Since I graduated in 2014, I started working in print media in my country, such as El Periodiquito and El Siglo; in digital magazines like El Pitazo, and then in companies as communications analyst in Cervecería Regional.
The liquor was always part of my days, since I met him in high school, it is an unconditional love. While studying I did an institutional internship in a liquor factory, which led me to know its benefits and consequences, then, in the brewery, I learned to drink and fall in love with beers ... now I go for the wines.
While Alberto was happy because he always brought bottles home to drink, Lydeisa prayed that I would not become addicted to liquor. Currently I have been out of Venezuela for 8 months, and the same amount of time without exercising the profession that I am passionate about: journalism.
However, it is a pleasure for me, from my experience, desks on journalism in the current times ... the word journalist can have many meanings. It can be that professional who gets up daily and sell to the street to find the news. The one that after hours of "plantones" gets to write audios, write notes, and edit blacks.
It may be the character called on Sundays at 3:00 p.m., he has to put on his shoes and leave his house to "raise" the dead who have just been killed in a confrontation. He is the only citizen that a pig does not know to glory. And the one who realizes that the word "quarantine" is not only for the sick.
The meaning of journalism, for me, has become the insurgent that tells the news that in many others, but that helps meet the needs of others. The window of exposure to social problems, shows what happens in a country like Venezuela.
Since I was little I always wanted to become a journalist ... I see him as a hero, that brave and risky character who does what the sea does to find and make known all kinds of information. Not for nothing Clark Kent was the reporter for The Daily Planet.
Today, already a graduate, I still believe that we are heroes and we have the superpower to help who needs it. Here enters the page the hero, writing realities that publish soon on a subject that I had to live, that I had to feel and now I have to report: Homosexuality.
Without a doubt, the word journalist, like life itself, is full of ellipses. I do not know when it started, but I'm sure it has no end either, despite all the ups and downs of which we are victims today. Many have told me that I graduated at the worst moment in the history of Venezuelan journalism, and maybe that's why I'm out of my country, but it's the moment that I play, and it's time for ...
There are passions that are lived with time in hand, there are passions that are dreaming from the age of nine, there are passions that seem taken from the movie, there are passions that are written every day, passions of hay that are said live, passions of hay that are kept in a closet. Journalism is one of my passions ...
Now tell me, what is yours?
