Diego Navarro

My passion for journalism began with my other great passion: football. I have a way with words, so my goals naturally shifted from one field to another, and I studied Social Communication in Venezuela with the dream of attending the biggest football events in the world, as well as being a voice for my country, either through sports, opinion, or politics.

Unfortunately, in life nothing goes according to plan, and I left Venezuela in 2017 due to the situation we all know about. I had to finish my degree remotely from Ecuador, where I moved afterward. There, I tried again. I made a living with a fairly successful YouTube channel, freelance audiovisual production and translation, and a full-time job at communications agency Kreab. However, I realized that the quality of life I was looking for seemed unattainable in Latin America, and I soon left for Europe.

In Spain, I gave it another shot and enrolled in a master's program in Sports Journalism and Communication in collaboration with none other than Real Madrid, the biggest football club in the world. I thought my moment had finally arrived. However, once more, life had other plans. The pandemic hit, and for the second time, I had to finish my studies online.

When we finally had the freedom to leave, there were hardly any places (jobs) to go. So, I tried my luck in Germany, where, despite not finding my dream job, I finally managed to become independent. Now I have my own apartment (rented) and my own car (Uber, Bolt, or Miles here and there). I know, it's not much, nor really mine, but it's hard honest work. For a while, I admit, I got carried away by this new "lavish" lifestyle, paying my own bills and allowing myself things that are normal for any adult in a developed country.

However, my longing to write was always there, in the back of my mind, whispering cheesy phrases like "it's better to have written and lost than never to have written at all" or "people always return to where they were happy writing." At least I think that’s how it goes. So here I am again, knocking on the door, hoping that this time there will be someone on the other side to open it. I would wish for nothing more than to have a real chance at storytelling.

Hope can sometimes be painful, but regret stays with you forever. So yes, I have a lot of baggage, but only because my dreams travel with me everywhere. Towards the next door. Always.