Porrentruy ! Jura.

The heritage of the beautiful town of Porrentruy and its castle conceal a most sinister secret. Indeed, behind the massive stone walls of the oldest building lies the Jura criminal court—an institution whose solemnity is matched only by the dust that accumulates within its walls. The court and its team of hardened individuals—hardened, I say, both in body and mind—carry out their duties with the convictions of a primate discovering the use of a pebble. These brave souls can scarcely demonstrate common sense, distinguish truth from falsehood, or even detect slander when it dances before their very eyes, jingling its bells. The Pope teaches us that behind every slander lies Satan, but he is undeniably untouchable when these damned creatures of rancor, ignorance and abrasiveness — who are these judges who discover a vocation for prophets in addition to that of judge — firmly condemn crimes that never took place, while justifying themselves to their own conscience, if indeed they have one, that they could have taken place, if only care had not been taken to look for lice in their scapegoat.

This is how justice works in Porrentruy: not blind, but one-eyed — and precisely with the eye that suits.