Authors

Alberto Alonso

(Vigo, 1967) was born during the “summer of love”. He considers himself as a member of a disappointed generation, looking for a place to develop creativity. He thought he had found creativity in journalism when he was working in Radio Nacional de España, EFE agency, or Diario 16 (Spanish media). He was finding himself in a labyrinth which only outlet was to use the social communication needs he had learnt in media but applying the truth virtues.

During that time, he has never stopped writing poems, stories, articles, which have not many times been approved by his own assessment criterion to be shared.

When he was working in a newspaper he listened to an old journalist saying “I remember when pens were invented”. From that moment he felt vertigo about the events: the first IT application to substitute linotypes, articles and photos sent “by hand” through bus drivers, the intuitive Apple Mac Classic and all the things that came later: the multiplication of the manipulation capacity in Photoshop, the modem crickets, the online editions, the downloads… and the uncertainty.

Today, he trusts, but distrustfully, the possibilities opened by the simplicity people can transmit information in the net. He firmly believes in the need of protecting neutrality in internet to guarantee the survival of the exchange model among equals. It may be the only prescription for this disappointment illness caused by successive failures of the freedom dreams.

Xurxo Torres

was born in Vigo the 19th of July 1968. Forty-two years that have been lived step by step with intensity but without rush. He is Paula´s wife and Laura and Candela´s father, for all of them he would sacrifice his life. In that point starts his own tragedy, in 2002 he lost Alba, his little cherokee and he discovered that if there is a will there is not always a way. That night, Xurxo lost a part of himself in an emptiness that will always be in his life till the final end. And it would be better if there is emptiness because if there is somebody on the other side, he will for sure call him to account.

He has always written and he has always had stories to tell. But time always sentences its obligations. We find two novels published by Xurxo the writer (The American night and The girl of the world) and a third (The Queen´s Horizon) that is being developed and it is what we now are concerned about.

In my opinion he is not a bad guy, and he knows it, but everything can be improved (beginning by oneself).

And I can testify everything because after all I have been forty-two years standing him.