“I was angry the other day. I was very angry because I felt betrayed. Tricked. Manipulated. And I couldn’t release anger until now. The journalist I spoke to seemed so well-meaning, genuinely keen to write about my results. But as nothing is what it seems to be, she was not quite what she seemed at the beginning either.”<\/p>\n
In short, Ioana gave an interview about her very beautiful career, but the material that appeared was \u201dsupplemented\u201d with information from her private life that was in no way the subject of the interview.<\/p>\n
She knew full well that if she had stirred up a storm she herself would have been caught in the “press of the free press.” She chose to act in concentric circles. In one of these was the release anger in a space of her own. In the space of therapy.<\/p>\n
I listened to her. She didn’t need to be approved or encouraged. The incandescent fluid was finding its way, and there was no danger of scorching everything in its path. On the contrary. This flow left clean and silent behind.<\/p>\n
After an hour, Ioana smiled:<\/p>\n
“- Now you’re probably going to tell me to choose what I take with me outside of this space. As we were talking, I picked out the bits and pieces to post on my blog. It’s the way of anger release that suits me best.”<\/p>\n
After Ioana left, I had a break of about two hours. I went out onto the terrace where I had left a canvas and some oils waiting a day ago. I gave some color to my own anger and also left a space of hope for a different kind of generation of journalists. Among those who are no longer tributary to the principle “we give what is asked for”. Of those who form and chisel opinions.<\/p>\n