a friend who is psicoanalista, says that yes you get worse and worse, spend months and months vivendo in una tomba (e'italiano questo amico) and then you begin to feel better. Was asked to talk about why i was there and then they pick on things that you say. With the good one, i don't know why i said that i was so pleased that she lived reasonably close to me, and not near Heathrow, and she picked on the word Heathrow, rightly bloody so, i started to cry as i have huge issues with moving country, fear of change, have had panick attacks on planes, and i found it incredible that she found the right meaning in something i said en passant.