I don’t know if I was one in a past life, but the passion I feel for that activity is very strong, and I’ve had it since I was a little girl.
When I was very young, my mother wouldn’t let me watch that sort of TV series or film, but even so, I remember there was a children’s magazine we could buy from time to time called Billiken. Inside it, there was a case to solve, and in every issue there was a new one. They were episodes called ‘The Cases of Lock Olmo’. He was a detective who solved police cases, and I always liked to know who the villain of the episode was before reading it. Those were the days, the 1980s.
I remember cutting out those pages where the cases were, and then I’d put together a personal folder where I collected them and kept them all, or rather, as many as I could. I imagined I was a private detective solving mysteries and crimes. I’ll never forget that time. I think it’s my first memory of wanting to be an investigator and solve crimes. In my imagination, I was one, and it fascinated me. I always wanted to catch the bad guy, to make him pay for his crimes. I was very much a champion of justice.
Then came a whole host of films and TV series; everything I chose to watch in my teenage years and youth was about police, detectives, investigations, intrigue, crimes and even serial killers. Everything related to it fascinates me; it’s something inside me that I love. When I was a child and played, I was always a police officer or a detective; my imagination was always very vivid and my intuition highly developed. Even today, if I meet someone or see a photo and something tells me to stay away, it’s for a reason. Are they a detective’s hunches? Is that who I was in another life? I don’t know, but it happens to me all the time.
There’s just one thing: I’m quite squeamish about blood, but I think my passion for investigation would be stronger than that, so, without a doubt, out of the three options, I’d choose to be a crime scene investigator with the police. Even as I was reading through the options, my mum was nearby and I asked her: ‘What do you think I’d choose?’ She looked at me, smiling, and said: ‘Crime scene investigator, without a doubt.’ My family knows I’m into this sort of thing.
I love studying the human mind, why people act the way they do, whether it’s because of trauma, childhood experiences, or perhaps genetic information from ancestors. It’s such a fascinating subject. Plus, figuring out the criminal’s next move, if there is one, is another aspect that really grabs my attention. Why did they do it? What were they thinking? What will they do next? Figuring that out and catching them. Those who do wrong will face consequences, and the victim must get justice.
On the other hand, I couldn’t be an A&E doctor; I’d faint at the sight of an operation or having to treat an injury. Although I think I’d do it in an emergency, I wouldn’t be a doctor. Then I thought about being a zookeeper… I like animals, but what if a silverback gorilla escaped? A bear? Feeding snakes? I can’t see myself in that situation. Besides, as soon as I read the third option, it was as if little hearts were popping out of my eyes; I saw nothing but that option.
In real life, I’m not a detective or a police investigator, but I love investigative work, and if someone has done something wrong… they should be punished. I like investigating all sorts of things, including current events, things that are hidden from people, though in that case, I suppose we’ll never know the whole truth… I think.
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Thank you all so much for joining me today; I wish you a very good weekend. See you soon.
Amonet.
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