I think by now everyone knows what a blog, a diary in network born from a passion, in which to write and share via social networks, what we love to live. A phenomenon that has developed since the late 90s, and has contributed to radical changes in the way people communicate on the web. A personal space free from constraints, in which to give vent to their thoughts and their own creativity. A real container, full of life and emotions.
Regarding my, I mean the blog, I do not know how long. It 's just a phase in my life that allowed me to know and learn, getting up after a fall. For some, I know that I will cherish some of the stories that I have lived, printing them on paper pages, irreplaceable traveling companions, says a future time.
All this to say what? Perhaps to say that it is the passion that drives us? Some, woe to those who lost, but woe also to those who abuse it! Feeling taken into due, the risk of being repetitive, I continue to write about this on my personal space, to clarify that the passion should not be used, ne fraintesa.
This is my thought, alas, unfortunately, does not correspond to the reality of things. I blogger, loved and criticized, those who commit themselves by customizing what they do, those who put in their company does little energy, who move within their means, armed with cameras and the technology to share. They are the ones that use all the free time, often their holidays, studying and writing in the most unexpected hours.
Some become so good to be researched and be contacted by those who need to be known, often without recognizing. This is the point. Let me tell you a few episodes that involved me, and that made me almost lose the will to continue in a world in which the cunning prevail. It 'been a while, because I have not finished yet.
First case. A couple of years ago I was contacted to tell the personal stories of life of a famous castle of Bergamo where you Restaurants. After having known them and have found their stories interesting, I accepted the assignment. They were still needed a couple of meetings to collect the material I needed. To support this, I asked them a refund for the time and car trips. No reply, then suspended collaboration.
According to case. Circa un anno fa, I was involved in a three-day tour-blogger-course related to the promotion of the territory in the Veneto, precisely to Treviso, a city that I love very much to my roots. I wrote 'course' with us because there was a photographer who guided us. It was agreed to reimburse travel expenses. Months have passed, continued promises, but nothing. I had almost resigned, when, towards the middle of August, I was again promised the reimbursement of expenses incurred before the expiry of the month. Still nothing, or better, almost a mockery. My passion is and that of many, and that of these gentlemen as we call?!
Yesterday, after my outburst, in private many have told me to live the same situations. Carry the words of a friend: “Cynthia, if you write, maybe do a favor to all of us, many things go unnoticed, Now it is fashionable to speak of bloggers more harm than good.“
I promised that I would.
