who can say nowadays of never having crossed that invisible line that separates the normality from madness? We must pay much attention. Only why I run at breakneck speed from my house to the square of my town ( Cittadella), and from the square to my house shouting loud : ” Patroclooo…Patroclooo…, ” hopping with a pinwheel hat on my head, some medical colleagues have dared to call myself ” a little odd” Where have we arrived? Where has the treachery of the people arrived?
So, because of the gossips, I had to face a psychoanalytic therapy with doctor Quadrangolo of Padova, a famous psychoanalist. After a few sessions I realized that the whole therapy of Quadrangle defined as “positive reinforcement of the ego, of the self, and of the we” only consisted in repeating every 15-20 minutes the exhortation “Come … Come … You can make it. Ush … ish … Come on. “ However, after about three years of this therapy, when I began to feel a little better, I received a call from a colleague who made me regress and fall into a sea of distress.
It was the Dr. Paolin, my colleague and rival since the time of the degree, who, after a long time of silence, suddenly has called to tell me that we would have to meet each other in order to discuss certain things that concerned me. Things of which all my colleagues and even my superiors were talking about and that concerned me. - What is it? – I asked worried.
- Well, you know, nothing serious, some things must not to be dealt by phone, you know, politics … -. - At least tell me the object of contention-I replied. - Nothing serious, the usual things, we meet and talk .-. - When we meet? Do you want me to come to you immediately? I have my car ready-I said more and more worried, with throbbing temples and two drops of cold sweat running down my forehead.
- Today and tomorrow I am busy, but surely we will meet in the future. Sorry, now I have not more time, I have to hang .-. I immediately began to tremble: what could it be? What had I ever done? Since that moment all the events, all the little events of the day began to acquire arcane mysterious and sinister meanings. Going to work became a nightmare. While doing the rounds of the sick in hospital, if I turned around suddenly, I saw 30 or 40 colleagues in the white coat that made me the tongue. Also the patients whispered and laughed at me.
