The story of the BURSA newspaper can be told in two ways.
The first would be the usual: I created the newspaper, in 1990, as a publication of free classifieds, I worked on it, I developed it, turning it into a financial daily, and after 23 years of uninterrupted appearance (which it celebrated on August 10th), I succeeded in turning it into an influential publication in our mass-media, as a voice which is not affiliated with any political or economic interest group, which today has reached 5001 issues.
But the second one would be the true one.
One August night, in 1990, I heard a whisper: "Call me BURSA!" and that's what I did, without any notion of what lay in store for me.
The whisper came back: "Charge for the classifieds!"
I thought to myself "That's amazing! That's never been done before."
I did as I was told.
Another whisper: "Make me appear twice a week!"
OK.
"Three times a week!"
"Man you sure are laying it on thick!", I said, but I listened to it.
"Put in some stock market content!".
That really knocked me down - "I don't know anything about the stock market, there's nothing in the dictionary!"
"Ask around! Do something! Can't you see I lack content?!"
The whispers never stopped.
This newspaper exploited me horribly, it had me running around all day long, it swallowed my holidays, it put my family life on hold and squeezed everything out of me.
It made me a slave.
The whispers became urges, and then orders.
When the stock exchange began its operations, it gave me an order: "Put me out four times a week!"
"You're insane, there isn't one publication anywhere in the world published four times a week! It's against any theory!"
It gave me an arrogant response: "Do as I tell you and stop being stupid! You think you can afford to have five issues
