Despite mortgages, trade unions have raped two teenagers, fourteen drowned migrants, two Palestinian gunshots killed in the West Bank, the dramatic situation in Ethiopia… and, among other things, the impending war they have organised in Ukraine. This week has also been hard on the news.

Saturday afternoon is the time to put yourself on the couch and be unthinking. I don't know for sure what ataraxi is, but it needs something like this.

In what is running out of my time to wake up with the alarm clock, that is what I want to claim: to live without thinking at least a few hours a week. Breathing is a right.

And precisely in the incommunicado window created to think for ourselves, Sydney Pollack in 2005 led The Interpreter, at par.

There, detective Silvia Broome (Nicole Kidman) and detective Tobin Keller (Sean Penn), who works as a translator in the United Nations, face a number of issues.

One day the translator sends something like this to the detective who closely observes him: “In Africa, there is a tribe in which justice is applied quite specifically. If someone kills and in popular judgment blame the alleged murderer, the relatives of the deceased can decide on the life of the murderer.

Then, the citizens throw the culprit into the river with their hands and their legs tied and the relatives of the deceased have the right to decide whether to survive the water or to let it sink into it. And you know? In this tribe they believe that those who decide to save the killer from water will henceforth have a happier life because what he hated has calmed down and peace has come back to the souls of family members.”

Goodbye to my Saturday afternoon without thinking! Back the questions in a button, attacking. When it comes to deciding to keep it alive or to let it go, should it be put at the same level, for example, the one who triggers in the heat of war, for maintaining life, and the one who designed that war in order to carry out his economic, geostrategic or any other interests?

When a batter shoots, he doesn't have time to reflect. On the contrary, whoever has decided when and where the war will be has had a long time to decide who the dead will be.

And is it not worth strangling in the river of justice into the war that she herself has created and that she is engaged in boycotting any possible peace agreement?

I suppose that, for ethical, moral and other reasons, I would have to rush to get out of the water what started to drown, but today I decided not to think.