What’s home? Is it where you live or the place where you are most pleased with life? It’s difficult to say. Home is not a physical habitat, is the summa of several feelings which bring into being a warm status of happiness, the sense of absolute joy and safety.
That’s the “home” I see infront of me when I read about Rrezarta Krasniqi in today’s edition of Östgöta Correspondenten. She’s seventeen and her family was forced to run off to Sweden from Kosovo when she was two years old. Despite living in Linköping for 15 years, Rrezarta feels mostly at her very best when she travels to Kosovo during school leave.
And I can entirely understand her feelings. Home is where your grandmother lives. In April this year, I will be travelling thousands of kilometres to visit my own beautiful iron lady: abuela Eugenia – she’s about to turn 90 and full of life. Even though she’s shrinking day by day and looks a bit weak, she still hugs you with lots of energy and love. Abuela Eugenia is home for me.
Reading about Rrezarta reminds me also about a question my chief editor asked me some weeks ago. He’s worried about the future of the traditional newspaper because fewer people want to pay for it nowdays when information is all free on the Internet. What could we do to secure our incomes and keep our readers, the chief editor asked.
The answer is simple: more high quality articles like this one about Rrezarta Krasniqi written by Åsa Christoffersson, more photographs like those taken by Jeppe Gustafsson. That kind of terrific, startling journalism is what makes the newspaper exclusive and inimitable, and that’s something people always will be ready to pay for.
Rrezartas home
23 02 2008What’s home? Is it where you live or the place where you are most pleased with life? It’s difficult to say. Home is not a physical habitat, is the summa of several feelings which bring into being a warm status of happiness, the sense of absolute joy and safety.
That’s the “home” I see infront of me when I read about Rrezarta Krasniqi in today’s edition of Östgöta Correspondenten. She’s seventeen and her family was forced to run off to Sweden from Kosovo when she was two years old. Despite living in Linköping for 15 years, Rrezarta feels mostly at her very best when she travels to Kosovo during school leave.
And I can entirely understand her feelings. Home is where your grandmother lives. In April this year, I will be travelling thousands of kilometres to visit my own beautiful iron lady: abuela Eugenia – she’s about to turn 90 and full of life. Even though she’s shrinking day by day and looks a bit weak, she still hugs you with lots of energy and love. Abuela Eugenia is home for me.
Reading about Rrezarta reminds me also about a question my chief editor asked me some weeks ago. He’s worried about the future of the traditional newspaper because fewer people want to pay for it nowdays when information is all free on the Internet. What could we do to secure our incomes and keep our readers, the chief editor asked.
The answer is simple: more high quality articles like this one about Rrezarta Krasniqi written by Åsa Christoffersson, more photographs like those taken by Jeppe Gustafsson. That kind of terrific, startling journalism is what makes the newspaper exclusive and inimitable, and that’s something people always will be ready to pay for.
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