We were dressed for the occasion, men in suits and women in skirts. We were heading to attend a conference on The Role of The Media in a World Full of Conflicts at the University of Copenhagen. We sat down in the two front rows, and the hall itself surrounded the place with a serious scientific atmosphere.
Real life in a conflict zone can never be reflected by the media; things you see from there are different from here. Concrete barricades surround the small building, the place is fenced off and there is just one entry. There is an iron gate with a small buzzer on the side and an intercom.
What kind of a twisted idea was it to come to this godforsaken farmland on the edge of a windy Danish island? I thought to myself after two days in the Crossing Borders journalism seminar in Vallekilde.
Another brick in the wall 
Confessions of a professional cynic 
The Absence of Leadership 
The Danish Cartoons Implication 
Lebanon a year later 
