In the meanwhile, in between two sessions with the Psychiatrist, while trying to forget about my “Article interrupted”, I immersed myself to a life of party, fun, friends and fiction.  

Skopje is a city that has fairly good night life, September is a month of many events – my birthday, Independence Day, graduations and post – summer gatherings and I am fortunate to have many friends that are fond of socialising.   

As much as I enjoyed all the cultural and not – so – cultural events that September had to offer, again the best event that happened was not related to life or love, but to – work. 

When I decided to become a journalist, some 5 years ago, it wasn’t because “I dreamed of doing this ever since I was a little girl”. It was because of the conflict in
Macedonia, BBC and CNN. I thought it would be fun to go to “dangerous” places and report about events as they happen, or do undercover investigative work, pretending to be someone else while trying to unravel a mysterious chain of illegal activities.  

Of course, working in Macedonian media broke all illusions. Becoming a reported for the BBC or CNN and going to
Iraq, or doing investigative journalism seemed distant as the Moon in 1968.  

But…  

Then came BIRN and the chance to do investigative journalism. 

And, in September, after a series of tests and interviews I was informed that I got the job as a reported for the Macedonian service of BBC Radio.  

Yauh!! 

It made my day/month/year. The job is in Skopje, so I don’t get to go to Iraq or
Darfur, but still, it is important as a realisation of a part of a dream.  

After announcing the breaking news to all my friends, celebrating a series of birthdays and graduations, I remembered that there is one more thing to address with all my attention. 

The article.

Back on the couch.