What a lie, Gabriel! He had always desired Lili, dreamed of this wedding a million times, but he was the groom. Gabriel was now trapped in the prison of jealousy. When the strength returned to his legs, he was able to imagine his romantic future: lonely, bitter, lost forever. In his usual clumsy manner, Gabriel headed for the dance floor and faced his fear. He danced all night and submitted to the happy unhappiness of his silent life. Across the dance floor, Mimi was watching him. A quick wink was all it took for Gabriel's heart to regenerate and his voice to return: “Hello, Mimi!” Yao Lin, China Study Group in Wuhan Just as he was about to address the assembled guests, he lost his voice. He wanted to talk, but no words came out. He grew anxious. He had just stood up, ready to tap his glass to quiet everyone down so they would listen, but when he rose to his feet, no one paid him any attention. They all went on chatting, laughing, completely ignoring him. No one noticed that he was trying to say something. He couldn’t get anyone to look at him, couldn’t get his voice—or his thoughts—across. What he desperately wanted to tell them was: Run! Soon this place will be swallowed up. He was almost excited that he had this knowledge and couldn’t wait to share it. But no one could hear him. Panic grew inside him. He waved his hands, gestured wildly, but nobody understood what he was trying to say. Then he thought: Someone must have done this to me. Someone tampered with my drink, put something in my water. I was anxious too, not knowing what to do. Ghassan Assaf, ALDeP -Association Libanaise Pour le Développement de la Psychanalyse Just as he was about to address the assembled guests; he couldn’t find his voice anymore. Thank you! See you in a bit. Say’s John to his colleague Sammy who stepped down the stage and joined the audience. G…G…M…What’s going on, thinks John to himself. He takes the glass of water that Sammy had placed on the table for him. Sips some, and starts again: M…Bhh…. He draws a smile on his red face, sips some more water, tries another time, same syllables and nothing more. Tears filled his eyes as his smile gets wider. He stands up. Ok I can use my feet he thinks. Moves his arms and hands, also functional, he says to himself. With a sign with his hand,
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