Every morning I would sit on a bench in the prison yard, where the sun was shining, I would listen to music with headphones and read, but since the vast majority of things that happened in there were surreal, one day I decided to write down many of the anecdotes that other inmates told me. For me it was a gift of life, wisdom, ignorance, experiences, immaturity, it was a very enriching cocktail.
As I read all day, the rumor spread that I was the psychologist, they came every day in prison to talk to me. It is enough that you say that they do not call you "the psychologist" -because you are not- so that everyone calls you "the psychologist". What happened is that many people satisfied their need to talk about their emotional conflicts and did it with me.
Normal people who are at liberty believe that the psychologists in prison are to treat inmates. It is another of the beliefs that circulate in this society, such as the bar of soap in the showers, etc., etc. It's not like that. The psychologists who work in the jail are to evaluate the inmates and if someone wants to know how they deal with the inmates, they just need to Google "psychologists from the Palma jail". You will be amazed.
What life is, in a place where you have to be reintegrated, where it should be normal to have psychological assistance, is where you cannot speak to any psychologist (where there is less need for more). If you want to talk or comment on an emotional conflict, it has to be with other inmates.
The truth is that reinsertion does exist: it is something very similar to "God", everyone talks about it but no one has seen it, you have to believe that it exists and will exist.
That morning a boy came out of the door that led to the patio shouting:
"Oh my God !! I can't take it anymore !! God, please, get me out of here even with a liquor bottle !!" He screamed it about five times, looking up at the sky. He saw me on the bench and came over. I said: "what's wrong, Poodle." And he replied: "Freud, I am very bad, being forgotten, I feel more abandoned than a Simca without an engine."
He had nicknamed him "Poodle the Philosopher." He was very similar to Valderrama, a soccer player who, in his day, played his parts live with Míchel, a Real Madrid player, and that image went viral. And since he looked like a poodle and always philosophized, I named him Kant-Nietzsche, but as it was very long he stayed with “Poodle”.
He had some very funny philosophical theories. For example, he said that “in life the only thing you have to work and earn is love. Everything else can be stolen, but love has to work: I can steal a watch, a wallet, but love, love, women carry inside, it cannot be stolen. Do you understand me FREUD? ”. "Yes, of course, Poodle."
The number of times I had to put up with laughter, because if they don't think you're laughing at them. But I never laughed at anyone, I laughed at what they told me.
Poodle continued: “Although I will tell you, FREUD, that every day there are fewer things to steal. The thing is that there are many of us already stealing, I am thinking of changing jobs, because stealing from me makes me very angry ”.
“You know what happens to me, FREUD, that stealing tires me, because every day the rock has the house more disorderly. Since everyone is in a hurry, they don't order it and of course, if I want to steal it, I have to sort it to find things. Damn, and why do I have to tidy up their house, if I'm just a thief, and what happens, I get tired of tidying up and then I fall asleep ”.
“Well, stealing has helped me to be a neat guy. From so much ordering in the houses, I already learned and I did it in mine. And you know, FREUD, what pissed me off the most was that it made the job easier for the pulicía, I put out the photos of the pulicía in the newspaper with everything in order. Yes, yes, but the work had been done by me, the jewels with the jewels, the watches with the watches, everything with their order. They only had to take the photo, so it is very easy to be a polish and on top of that, a bad reputation for me ”.
“I am a thief, I am not the naide girl, it is more work and more time, I play it more. Besides, FREUD, I clearly tell you: I didn't steal, I just changed things around, I took them from one house to mine, which was not mine, which was a squatter house. "
Poodle had been arrested for falling asleep in a house he broke into. "You can't even imagine, FREUD, the fright that the lady gave me when she entered the room naked and I had fallen asleep on the bed, after drinking half a bottle of anise, FREUD."
He told me that he slept and dreamed that he wanted to be rich like his father.
Is your father rich, Poodle?
No, but he also dreams that he wants to be rich
What does your father do?
He is a positor, he always makes positions to get back in here.
Ah, opponent !! As Machado said ...
What Machado? The dealer in module 2?
No, Poodle, the writer !! … Living is good, dreaming is better, but you have to know how to wake up. That is your problem, that you are not here to steal, you are here to dream and not wake up.
You see it? If you understand me, FREUD ...
Sure, Poodle, they say that sleep is what makes us get up at five in the morning. It happens to you the other way around. Well, Poodle, I'm going to continue reading, that in a while the people from the "Mal-treatment board" want to talk to me, because they say I'm not reinserting myself ...
