And of the Clay That We Are Created

The distance between reality and television is the main contrast which I was attracted in this story. Rolf Carle's life is so far away than the one that Azucena had. Their view points were standing at the two opposite poles. Azucena accepted her faith as a child instead of Rolf Carle didn't as a journalist. In reality it seemed so probable to rescue Azucena in that situation, but firstly the pump is unreachable and more importantly Azucena's life is laying somewhere deep in the mud hidden and untouchable. 

Distance between narrator and Rolf Carle is a distance seemed more familiar to me and understanding this distance is slightly easy. In the morning of the disaster, narrator made coffee to Rolf Carle and sent him. But when he came back Rolf Carle was not the same person he used to be.

The ironic contrast between Azucena's and Rolf Carle's journeys in the story is that Rolf Carle journeyed to his youth that he had hidden somewhere in his subconscious while Azucena journeyed to next-after life, if exists, where she had already prepared herself in her subconscious. I think the most interesting contrast is that the people who are not religious, pray to god when they had suffered a problem which they couldn't solve, just like Rolf Carle did. There is no way that I can understand this, is Rolf Carle really believed that god, itself, would do anything to change the situation, not just Azucena's but his situation too.

I think mentally photojournalism is one of the most tiring professions in the world. There is too much pressure on journalists. As an ethical point of view they have to publish what camera shotted, however there are always individual, religious and regional profits that come to scene, also values of humanity are still important.