Hospital III

            I think about it and I don’t know why I had to be taken to this psychiatric unit, I said. Do you remember what happened? The reason by which you have to stay with us?, asked Santiago, the psychiatrist. I remember what happened and the reason too, I said. Some people think I tell them lies, facts that I can’t prove. But it turns out that I can, because the images of the facts have been filmed, so wanting or not wanting they will have to admit that I didn’t lie. Everyone will know how the deeds were like.

            Well, said Santiago, you have already told me about your revolutionary actions. I know they are true . Yes, true , I know… Anyway, let’s change the subject, he said. Do you wish to come back to obssessions?, I said smiling. What subject would you suggest?, he asked me smiling too. Well, it doesn’t matter which. Obssessions it’s all right…

            Look, I said, I am going to tell you a funny anecdote… Let us see, Santiago said. It was like it goes: I had seen they distributed El Periódico de Usera. I went to the place where they joined up to make plans. They all belonged to the Humanist Party. I became more friendly with Alfonso, director of the newpaper, and one day we both were sitting in his bureau. He said to me: If you are Communist and have been soldier since very young, what made you come to introduce yourself and to meet us? I told him: I was seduced by the idea of collaborating in the newspaper writing essays, articles or short tales. Apart from this I wanted too make friends. If you are Humanists, there are bonds with the Communist ideal, above all the ideal that goes to the common sentiment that unites us with the rest of the world… Also because of being in company of girls, that I miss too the atmosphere where the girls have a preponderant role, the truth is. Alfonso smiled. He asked me if I had a girlfriend. I replied to him I had not. He said that perhaps I would conquer a Humanist girl and we both laughed. Yes indeed, I said. The Humanists love is pure delivery towards the beloved being, I said after. What more?, he asked me feigning his interest. It is supposedly they love with much tenderness. They are the better ones to fuck, I said and laughed. What? How?, Alfonso wanted to know. Come on, well, yes. The humanists in love, militants or not, find out how you like to make love with them.

What do you want to know? Who are the ones after Humanists? We laughed. Look, I said, after Humanists the ones that fuck best are the librarians and these that read much. It can be true , isn’t it?, he said laughing. Yes indeed, true , I said. Reading and loving have deep bonds shared in the Communist Ideal. We can understand each other and even be united in the Love Faction.

So wasn’t it then only for girls?, Alfonso the Humanist asked me winking an eye at me and smiling openly.

What did you respond?, asked me Santiago the psychiatrist still smiling.

I told him that I had no girlfriend, so I wouldn’t resist a look of acceptance, less dealing it of a Humanist militant.