“Only God knows!”, she thought. “I can hardly remember my name. Maybe it is a need for something? Today is the day; I know it now! It’s time to go, to move somewhere else. The first of April is a good day, a good start for something new. It is a joke, too! What am I doing this for? Whom am I doing this for? I am not sure.” She kept talking to herself, while trying to connect to the plan she vaguely recalled she made with her neighbour. “Meow, meow ...”, she could hear as she walked around the apartment. “Oh, poor you. Are you hungry?”, she asked calmly, while approaching the cat and gently stroking him, with affection, as she used to do when visiting her neighbour. Now that he was not there, she didn't feel as comfortable at his place, not like when he invited her for a coffee or a wine at night. Good friends, they were, nothing more, yet very close, in an inexplicable way, close in a way that only two human beings who truly understand each other can be, when something deep down touches them both, despite the differences. She kept looking around the apartment, slowly feeling more at ease as something familiar caught her eye and reminded her of the past: “that painting is marvellous, he told me about the story when he bought it, and that incredible encounter he had ...”.
Inbar Palmor, PCC- Psychoanalytic Center of California On April 1, a small elderly woman moved in next door-
Her frail image resembled a shadow in the hallway, darkened by lack of natural light or any light of all for that matter, I caught a glimpse of her back as she stepped into the apartment immediately disappearing as if swallowed into the abyss. I felt a deep intense pain inside me, I could not move, I felt as if I had seen myself many years to come, or perhaps it was not me but her. She passed away so long ago, but although she had been so young, her rapid deterioration had aged her so violently that she had become a ghostly image of herself. So many decades have passed. The intense dreams, images and sensations passing with them. Now, this image brought back all that had been pushed away with all its immense force. The pain paralyzing me, loss of breath, I am drawn to immerse.
Satoko Kamo, Japan Psychoanalytic Society On April first, a small woman moved into the room next door.
To be precise, it was about three days later that I noticed this. When I returned home from work that evening, I found a small bag hanging on my door. Inside were a wrapped fluffy towel, a small baked confection, and a message card.
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