Hospital I

Hospital’s big common room for patients lying in bed. The neurologists come. How are you, Leopoldo? Well, not too bad, but I have to go away from here soon. For the time being, one of them said, you should be in bed more time. It’s OK, but they here have me stunned already. Why do you say that?, asked to me another. Because they are abusing. What’s happened?, asked to me the one that seemed more resolute. A nurse came to put properly my blanket at my left side… And what?, asked again the same one. She did it from the right side… I don’t understand, this neurologist said. The nurse put a tit in my mouth… Then we heard a stentoria laughter. Well, the gang’s boss said. Are you all right with all other things that are happening? Well, I replied, I am fine. Only that it was another nurse who came to rub her cunt with my hand. And that? How?, asked to me the neurologist. I showed him how. I told them that placing your hand on the border of the bed nurses rub their cunts just where you place your hand. Then we heard again the same stentoria laughter. The gang seemed taken aback and they looked at each other, exchanging smiles. We are going to take you to the Psychiatric Unit. I don’t need to be hospitalised, I said. What you know about me already wouldn’t have to be taken to such an absurd and an arbitrary decision. I’m better at home. You know what my plan is from the start because I told you. Revolutionary sentiment never fades. We are certainly in the sages side, Socrates found out that the honest is 729 times happier than the tyrant.

They have been listening. Nobody had corrected me. The neurologists boss said to me then they would have to write a rapport for the psychiatrist. He told me he would be benevolent, and all them laughed. I laughed contagiously and it lasted a good while. I was taken to the Psychiatric Unit saying to the group it had been quite a success.