Since taking this position at the Museum, she had come into contact with many unknown artifacts and had taken great pleasure in discovering and studying different eras and cultures. Study and learning had always been sources of pleasure in her life, and she felt "like a fish in water" in these roles. Since she was little, her insatiable curiosity had guided her, and she felt very comfortable among history books and ancient objects. She thought that perhaps one of her colleagues had found that enigmatic message and brought it so that together they could decipher its meaning. Riddles always sparked a unique enthusiasm in her, leading her on adventures of varying complexity (Indiana Jones-style), from which she always emerged richer, wiser, and more fulfilled. And this passion of hers was well-known among her peers, who turned to her whenever unsolvable mysteries arose. Where will this enigmatic note lead her this time? Marta Russo, Sociedade Portuguesa de Psicanálise Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper on the table. Not knowing how to do it, she began to think that she had to read it. She had to read it! During many sessions, she had always paid close attention to her analyst's office. She knew everything in detail. She could almost say how many centimeters per month the plant in front of the couch had grown. When the session ended, she had to leave, so she said goodbye and turned her back on the analyst and the table. She turned her head back, but the analyst was now occupying the entire space, preventing her from seeing the piece of paper again... Leaving the building, walking down the street, taking the subway, returning home... she did everything with the paper on her mind. “I think her name was written on it. I think I saw it: Isabel.” It was difficult to wait for the next day. The hour before the session, she counted the minutes, one by one, until they reached sixty. A ring of the doorbell. Hello. Peek. Lie down. Forty-five minutes of waiting and she would have another chance. That book is still upside down. One of these days I'll tell her. “Well, that's it for now.” Get up. Slowly... I peeked: “Isabel, we'll talk more tomorrow.” Yao Lin, China Study Group in Wuhan Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper on the table. This book has taken me ten years to complete, yet I haven’t been able to share it openly. In fact, I could—but there is always a sense of worry and fear holding me back. I want to create my own space, where I can speak out without fear of others. As an independent individual, I don’t need
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