Violently, a ghost broke into Francisco de Goya’s kitchen, asked the painter to kneel down, pointed at his forehead with a gun and said ”calm down, I will only shoot when you are ready”. After meditating a few seconds, the painter got up slowly (he was old already), walked to his studio upstairs and started preparing the few things he still had for painting. It was October 1810 and Goya painted in the five years that followed “the disasters of war”, 82 pictures portraying the atrocities of the Independence war in Spain.
“What Goya did without knowing”, the journalist at the panel said, “was to start a journalistic genre, war reporting. Before Goya murderers and victims were alone in the fields, doing something very old, killing and being killed. After Goya, there were three, the killer, the killed and the reporter. Unfortunately, we had to wait until the 20th century and mass media, to meet the fourth: the murder, the victim, the reporter, and all of us”. All of us, watching. Watching the morning disasters of war on line; watching how they try but at the end, nothing.