Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Evening Session No: Margarita



Timbre


"Hi Ana rains a lot ... good day today ...

-Forward


-On rainy days scare me a bit ... today is a typical summer storm ... thunder, rain too hard. It seems that the sky is falling ... I have so much fear ...

"Maybe want to talk about fear, not from rain.

- ...

- ...

"Last night I had a dream. A nightmare terrible. "It was night. I heard screams but did not move out of bed. Suddenly I saw a light. But I was not aware if the light coming from the window or inside my own house. Women were screaming. ... I do not remember anything else.

- What do you associate with?

"When I started having the dream I associated with a book I'm reading:" The girl who dreamed of a match and a can of gasoline "in S. Larsson ... but I remembered something else: yesterday I took a class to college, and is being completed throughout the year and relax a little. I went to the staff room to greet the colleagues and have a coffee, when suddenly the professor of anthropology goes without saying hello to anyone. It's a great woman, scary.

"There are women who are afraid ...

-Si. My Aunt Laura scares me, my mother angry I was afraid. Professor of Anthropology scares me.

"And the storm and rain, perhaps afraid to give myself.

-You scared me, but when he speaks and tells me things that sometimes I get angry, you scared me when he is silent. I do not know what you're thinking. When I tell him something and says something right away, I stay quiet. But if he says nothing: I'm scared.

"If I say nothing" it is the night ", if I answer something, if you hear my voice: it is a light, you do not know if it comes from outside or is a light that is inside you .

"If it is true. But I heard screams of women ... in the book, as far as I read, there is an abuse of women ... in Larsson's first book as well .... There is mistreatment ... when I was a teenager, all my friends were talking about some abuse from an uncle, a friend of his father, a neighbor ... always appeared the issue of abuse ... I was wondering how it was possible, I never spent any of it ... my mother would not let anyone come near me, not even I would want it.

"Maybe that was so afraid it was his mom.

"Maybe. Not let me in sun or shade. Was always guarded. I could not go to the corner newsstand to buy a stick of gum. She went to the village to check that no one near me ... one day a man down the block from my house is approached me asked if I wanted some candy and my mother made so much noise that nobody else in the neighborhood told me ... when she died, I was 27 ... 10 years ago and died ... uff ... I thought it was less ... during the ceremony at the cemetery, I started thinking that I would watch more. I was not sad, was a rage. My dad was always half distant, hugged me and said: "I'm going to continue to care for otherwise" ... I never understood what I meant ...

"I meant that you were never alone with his mother.

... still do not know it, no one was going to abuse me.

"Perhaps it was this abuse.

- ... What was angry that day ... When I thought they were cremating ... do you hurt?.

"Sometimes you also happens to dreams of a match and a can of gasoline.

-Glup. You also scares me.

"continued the next. The hope on Thursday.

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