Just by doing my job, I risk getting beaten up, death-threated, killed by a bullet in the back or a shot from a sniper. Can you guess what I am?
Secret agent? Soldier? Special Forces commando? Drug dealer? Policeman? No - I’m a journalist.
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? In any case, those are the conclusions of the annual report of Reporters Sans Frontières, which tallies 74 journalists killed in the line of duty in 2016. The total number of such victims over the past 10 years has reached 780, and although the casualty rates are finally on the decline, the growing number of conflicts around the globe leaves little room for optimism.
As kids, our heads are full of dreams. We want to be a dancer, a fireman, an astronaut, a comedian, a vet. But not a journalist. Because as a journalist, we might end up in this film.
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