TV REVIEW
With what is falling, from fires, floods, hail or sharp spikes, there is always a reporter, usually a girl, poorly paid, perhaps an intern, at the bottom of the news
With what is falling, fires, floods, hail or spikes, there is always a reporter, usually a girl, poorly paid, perhaps an intern, at the bottom of the news, literally. This comes to mind for those intrepid reporters, enduring hailstorms like tennis balls, cyclones or dangerous overflows, always in front of a camera. And if they have not gone into the mountain fires, it is because the Civil Guard has prevented them. Risk television. In the storms and hailstorms of recent days, there they are, trying not to get wet, or at least that the rain does not decompose them or drag them by the gale, while they tell what is happening and what can happen.
It is surprising that the different connections in which they enter, morning and afternoon, remain undeterred, without making a mistake in a single syllable, in the chosen place, even though it has rained in the morning and in the afternoon the hail is breaking the windows of the cars. And let’s not say with the torrential overflows, with the water rising and rising, and they firm in their position, like soldiers. They are the news infantry.
And while from the central studio, before giving way, they comment that more than 10,000 lightning strikes have been recorded, “a wonderful show”, they wait to go live with no more weapons than the station’s artichoke microphone and, at most, , an umbrella that prevents them from holding the notes they have taken in the same hand, fearing that the chuzo will fall on them. And they know that the same thing, a few days later, they will have to go to the doors of some party headquarters to try to hunt down the politician of the day and shout a question at them while they slip away without answering anything. Our tribute to all of them.