"Maybe he loved just to tell stories"
"This is a kulturartikel which is a part of Aftonbladet's opinionsjournalistik."
"An acclaimed reporter, known for his gripping stories from corners of the world, becomes caught trying to have invented many of their texts. I read about the Der man to hold this writer Claas Relotius with hungry delight. Award-winning and raised until it came out that he, in many cases, the dictates together, falsified quotes or simply written quotes from people he never met. "
"Venerable Der Spiegel is calling the case a low point in the journal's 70-year history, and writes in a lengthy apology to their readers and all concerned that the Claas acted ”deliberately, methodically and with high criminal energy”. Now he's leaving, of course, the magazine immediately and will never again write so much as a play-by-play, I guess. "
"I read several articles on the topic and notice how the feelings shift from wallowing in the accident, sympathy. Towards the end, I feel something akin to love for Claas. And with the revelations should he have said to be sick and in need of help. He will excuse himself by the acknowledgement and fame grew the pressure on to continue delivering even better lyrics. "
"But it is not the whole explanation, in my imagination if Claas Relotius. We are seeking confirmation also know that it's never enough. It can provide a short kick, but basically it is a bucket with many holes. "
"He loves above all telling stories. No confirmation can measure itself with that shiver when he notices which direction the text has the potential to go. A rare moment of total satisfaction. He sits at the computer, has been instructed to formulate something about the war in Syria, one of all the texts to try to make the war's suffering understandable. An impossible task. Many try, but all to be cabled out the same. "
"An image comes to him: Wouldn't it be strong if a syrian boy is believed to be responsible for the war through an innocent mischief, graffiti on a house wall. The body shudder. He writes. He gives the story form. No one has told this before. He sees the boy in front of him. Still there is the chance to turn around, erase everything and start over with something sadder. But the boy is already in the Claas life."
"the Editor pats him on the shoulder after delivery. A reader will arrive at the town and thank you. Previously, she has just scrolled past the krigsreportagen, but Claas has enlivened the situation to her. As soon as she finished reading, she took over a larger amount of money that is donated goes to the victims. I did this, thinking Claas. He goes back home. Sometimes imagines with horror what would happen if he were caught. But the stories are too good. Too good to be true. "