Another major dimension around which the delirious ideas are built is death denial: “A year ago I thought I was
seeing my father. I went after him, until I entered someone’s courtyard and I insisted as much as I could to tell me
where did the man I saw went to.”. Common religious beliefs (going to the holy coffin of St Dimitri, after she was
unemployed) are emphasised in the assiduous search for something, which seems to be “the truth that must come out
into the light” and for which “It should be investigated!”, because “Maybe my father wasn’t dead!”