Day thirteen in the mental institution – a day without therapy. A friend came by to visit me, we went out for dinner.
Halfway the meal one of my fellow patients stopped by. “I thought you would be here,” he said with a poker face. He ordered a plate of pasta and after the espresso he said: “Let’s go to a bar with a few woman.” There were no women in the bar, so we played a game of foosball. Foosball is also therapy.