A little over a week ago, as I was preparing for bed, I heard through the grapevine that there had been an explosion in Turin, Italy, where fans of Juventus FC had been watching their team play Real Madrid on a large screen in Piazza San Carlo. I’m currently living in Genoa, two hours to the south, and as a journalist knew that if anything untoward had occurred I’d need to be on the next train north.
Five years ago, I would have turned to Twitter and watched the situation unfold in real time, relatively certain, given the people I was following, that the information in my feed would be up-to-the-minute and, more importantly, accurate.
I didn’t do that when I heard about Turin. Instead, I visited the Italian newspapers’ websites. As a result, I knew what was actually going on long before many on the social network did.