The next time I have a lousy work day, or despair about the state of journalism in Canada, I’m going to re-read this piece about José Rubén Zamora, editor of El Periódico: “When the Killers Come Calling: A Guatemalan journalist and his family are terrorized by a gang of thugs.”

I especially like this line: “People from the military police come. And my wife says, pointing to one, that man was here, during the raid. I think she’s crazy. But in fact, he’s erasing fingerprints.”


The next time I have a lousy work day, or despair about the state of journalism in Canada, I’m going to re-read this piece about José Rubén Zamora, editor of El Periódico: “When the Killers Come Calling: A Guatemalan journalist and his family are terrorized by a gang of thugs.”

I especially like this line: “People from the military police come. And my wife says, pointing to one, that man was here, during the raid. I think she’s crazy. But in fact, he’s erasing fingerprints.”

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