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On this occasion we have the partnership of María Domingo, student of Philosophy and Journalism, who invites us to travel through her memories to show us how she discovered her philosophical and journalistic vocation. All her concerns show us the relationship between Degrees and how they lead her to discover the truth and to discover herself.

Doubts at night

He kisses her goodnight, turns off the lamp and leaves. She waits for the footsteps to move away and, when she can no longer hear them, she turns it on again. As always, she takes the book out from under the pillow and puts herself in a tactical position, in case she has to pretend to be asleep. She reads because she likes it, but mostly she reads because she waits for him. She knows he will come back, every night he does.

Turn the pages, though not as fast as the minutes.

The steps..., they are coming! They are slow, heavy. Only yours. He hides the book, it's time to play statues. She turns on the little lamp in the hallway, and her figure in the backlight resembles a giant. He re-enters the room, and despite perceiving that his daughter is still awake, he ignores him and gives her a second kiss on the forehead (those that parents give to stay with a clear conscience).

The girl opens one eye and then the other, playfully. He remains expectant, eager to hear what the restless little girl will come up with today.

- Dad, why does the Moon float?

And the nightly ritual is celebrated again. Question after question, the child seeks to understand reality. And why? And this, why? Why do they do it this way? And she pulls at the why as if it were an eternal chain.

- But... why?

The dreaded moment arrives. The father has no answer. Or maybe he has, but he doesn't... He can't express it as he wants. The titan's shadow freezes. He remains hesitant, tearing the dry skin from his lips as if this mania of his were discovering the perfect replica...

Silence. They hear the intrusive ticking of the clock. Tragedy. He has been defeated. He shrugs and his shadow shrinks. He is no longer a giant. Today Dad doesn't know anymore, doesn't know what or how to say. It's late, he says. Let's go to sleep. A third kiss and he retires, this time until tomorrow.

Doubt is sown in the little girl, who no longer keeps the book under her pillow.

The girl, already a woman (or so she wants to believe), is 16 years old. Rebellious because it's her turn. She reads and writes, thinks and gives her opinion with a repellent boldness that would exasperate any reasonable adult. She is besieged by doubts. She searches, searches, searches... and finds; from time to time. Naughty questions on class; armed robberies in the office of the department of Letters, loaded with articles that contradict the doctrines of that teacher who, according to her, should not devote herself to the Education. Her father has been left behind, he can no longer satiate her. Now it is documentaries, magazines and, especially, news.

The misuse of the art of words and the misrepresentation of the truth make your skin crawl. Manipulators! Thieves of freedom! How to fight them? In the midst of frustration, there comes a ray of lucidity. If you can't beat them, join them. That's it: she enrolls in journalism. The whys and wherefores follow her, and she decides to go to Philosophy, hoping to be able to sleep better from now on.

Third from degree program. The doubts continue, and the eagerness to communicate the whole truth is what keeps her awake still. Jobs, essays, readings or pure curiosity about what is happening in the world. She is happier than ever. In Pamplona, now her home, she cultivates what will allow her to fulfill the curious child and the ambitious young woman, and to prepare the future mother who will one day face an innocent and familiar "why".

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