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In such environment, it is understood that I then studied economics and law with the Jesuits of the very exclusive Universidad Comercial de Deusto: that was certainly considered a presentable College option, consistent with my collegiate academic record and that enjoyed the approval of my parents. To be precise, they would have preferred that I had finished being an industrial engineer, since these were graduates that were then fashionable, which rifaban companies even before having finished the race and who the mothers of marriageable girls wanted as husbands for her daughters. To me me terrified that plan, which suggested that wanted to do medicine in Valladolid. Valladolid, you say? That is very. Because I want to study medicine and the nearest site is Valladolid.
You will study engineering, it course! For my parents, which I He left to study away from home without having complied or even age 17 was not something planteable, so we had to get to a kind of transaction: no engineer or doctor, but with the priests of Deusto, doing a double career that had told them that he also gave much money and that he also had the advantage that studying in Bilbao. Do not talk over settled my father. And we never went back to talk about the issue. Structured my behavior by this scheme of traditional values, never occurred to me that journalism was an activity that one could make a career, and still less that required any type of academic training. Up there we could get! Journalism had liked me always as a teenage diversion, the same thing when I was small I had fun do theatre performances at parties and family birthdays, with a blanket slipping as a backdrop for a subject rope between two walls, or already in puberty, forming short-lived couple of foosball with Pedro Ruiz de Alegria, a vehement and blood carliston by family legacy, staunch supporter of Carlos Hugo of Bourbon-Parma.
