Through a window that I stare at every day, I watch my vocation unravel. What happened ? In the space of a week, pushed by an evil spirit, I went from purgatory to hell. My soul is bleeding, it can never happen like this again; It is not possible. I have to get over all of that. All my conversations end with the same litany: my job is killing me. I have nothing more to do here. Engaged in the fight against terrorism, against a distant enemy, I find myself more terrified of going to the office, traumatized by the inhumanity of the very people I work with; they are the greatest terrorists, but no one dares tell them. Will I be losing my mind?

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