December 2009, Copenhagen, three in the morning. Tired of waiting for any official announcement from the COP15 presidency, a journalist friend and I decided to sleep right there in the convention center. Me on the chair, him on the table! Like us, others were dozing off in the corners of the press room. It was the last 11 days of one of the UN’s most anticipated climate change summits. We were exhausted after so many press conferences, bombastic reports, leaked documents and promises packaged with pretty words from the climate jet set. All the problems were promised to be solved. But nothing came of it. No sooner had we fallen asleep than the closing plenary was announced. Red-eyed, we watched in disbelief as the negotiations collapsed. What a resounding failure! There was no agreement. The countries didn’t see eye to eye and the solution to the end of the world was postponed once again. Weeks of hard work ended with diplomats shrugging their shoulders and promising, perhaps, something for the following year. The opening session of COP15 may have been its most optimistic moment. Image by SustainUS via Wikimedia Commons. I felt silly about the whole thing. For our readers, we were there pulling all-nighters and tweeting like crazy (yes, Twitter was the platform of the moment), because it was all urgent and decisive. That failure cast doubt on the relevance of what I was doing as a journalist. It seemed to me that instead of chasing authorities in some…This article was originally published on Mongabay
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