The pundits, the journalists, some waiters explain it to me, because I have a wonderful magnet for confidences and what young people call a gossip session, the scoop on the Andic case. This case that has a giant popular jury open 24 hours a day. It is all of us and it is all of us who cry out: "Do not ask me for my opinion on whether he is guilty or innocent, ask me what I wish him to be". It is as if we all, all of us wished —because now crimes are all just a joke— that Jonathan Andic killed his father.
All these people who move among VRPs (Very Rich People) whisper the same thing to you: "I know a few, who went to the therapist..." And the few are wives —above all wives— of various magnates. It is to be imagined, then, that the various magnates perhaps were asked to go and do this creative therapy, which consists of going to a ravine with the person who is cheating on you, who does not give you your inheritance while alive, who ignores you, to be scared. I imagine it is expensive, the therapy, because, if not, you do not pay a fortune: what you are doing is an excursion, and an excursion is not rich enough.
I know an actor who works at the Mossos d'Esquadra police academy playing characters, so they can practice. He plays a protester who wants to assault them, a thief who refuses to be subdued... One day, he was living it so intensely that he broke his arm. I hope that no ravine from any extreme therapy, with theatricalizations, was the scene of an accident. I understand that these therapists are only had by the super-rich and that the poor, when they have to recommend someone, at most, recommend a physio. And because it is well priced.
