Life in Fifty Minutes
Published in Issue #19 Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu(Excerpt from a Novel)
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‘All there is between me and my husband is a coffee stain.’
Said Zahava after thirty-seven minutes of soul-searching as she lay on the couch, taking full advantage of her right to silence in the framework of the therapy contract.
Until that minute she didn’t utter a word because she was afraid that from the moment her vague feeling turned into an explicit statement accusing her husband of the failure of their marriage, of cheating on her, of robbing her of her life – her whole world would collapse. It was one thing to sense things vaguely, and like most of us to carry on living as if they didn’t exist; but to dare to think them, and what’s more to put the elusive thoughts into clear and explicit words said out loud, into the listening ears of a stranger, even if he was a therapist, that was already a radical act capable of disrupting the order of her life, shaking the foundations of her world, and even destroying it.
Already when she was climbing the stairs, weak-kneed – these therapy sessions that forced her to confront not only the therapist but also herself, really stressed her out – she had made up her mind that today she would break her silence and pour out her heart. After all, she was paying the full price for this analysis, and she should make full use of the services of the well-known psychotherapist which she had purchased for fifty minutes, twice a week. It made...
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