I landed in Barcelona to study journalism — two banned short films under my arm. Franco had just died, but his regime was still very much alive.
February 1976. I was there for the very first demonstrations of the post-Franco era: Catalans shouting in the streets for freedom, amnesty and autonomy. The riot police smashed my Arriflex camera.
Later, in Paris, I survived on French-fry sandwiches in the Latin Quarter while my voice began to be heard on Radio France Internationale (RFI) — my real breakthrough as a foreign correspondent.
When the Berlin Wall fell in 1989, I raced from one Berlin to the other to cover it for Televisión Española (TVE). Moving between the two Berlins remains the greatest moment of my whole career.
Then came the siege of Sarajevo, with snipers perched on the hills. Rabat, Kinshasa and its child soldiers. Haiti after the earthquake. Washington, Beirut and its wars.
After heading Canal Sur Televisión in Seville, I ended up in Brussels, where I set up aNews: the Correspondent agency.
Archive footage — Barcelona Televisió. Catalan, Spanish.
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