That is why I, who is not even Mary, heard this over and over again: “You are the Mary of Whys!” In fact, I think the damn journalism bug has always been inside me. And when I entered my youth, the whys increased. They were joined by who, what, when, where, and how when they got to college and the Social Communication course. The giant curiosity made me leave Portugal at the age of 20. I chose Seville. I have matured. Like Mrs. Responsibility and Mrs. Liberty. I interviewed refugees, lived the world! I returned. I made myself a journalist. I wrote and revealed hundreds of stories.
I stopped. And I went to know other narratives while working in a prison. I returned to journalism. And I returned to emigrate. Angola and then Canada. Two opposing worlds, more whys and more stories.
As I turned 30, the word longing came over me. I untied my roots and planted myself again in the land where I was born. I left freelance life and went back to the newsroom – always the press – but now as a