Seven Tuesday, by El Chojin

Every story needs two parts if a kind of synthesis is to be found, which is what it is about in any framework that ventures into the territory of emotional mimicry. It is not a question of highlighting this type of dual narratives in front of the first person. Because absolute subjectivity also has its point to discover the world from new prisms. Cases like «The catcher in the rye«, With that raging loneliness made abysses, Tom Sawyer and that extreme life adventure or even Dante himself traveling through heaven and hell. Masterpieces where the direct voice of the protagonist takes us away.

And yet in stories like this "Seven Tuesday" of The Chojin there is some exorcism, confession, therapy for those lonely characters or for any reader. Because Caro and Edú are us sitting on the couch, determined to undress from the inside in front of that character who analyzes us in order to be a scapegoat, an element external to our life that must not be judged but rather valued with the asepsis of the psyche made science.

But confessions transform psychologists into depositories of the soul as soon as they stand up to cross the threshold of the professional. And there Edú may sin to skip the odd article of the Hippocratic Oath. Or perhaps it is not the professional but the person who ends up sheltering Carol's soul. Because… Where does the doctor end and where does the person begin?

Among many other patients, only Carol, with her air of frivolity sculpted in cold marble, ends up awakening those springs that unleash Edú's emotions. Call it attraction or call it that strange feeling, that gift of some people to give them all your answers without asking a single question.

Secrets that are cracking little by little, moral and sociological burdens that still endure and that come even in non-verbal communication that the psychologist in charge of removing all the fears that grip Carol as well as the desires capable of breaking them professionally analyzes. Impossible balances but too common in our days.

A two-ink story even in its presentation. Red and black as two colors that perhaps symbolize blood and darkness, just as the walls are painted in the cavernous depths of the soul. A story of a fractional encounter, almost epistolary, like the traces of destiny in its effort to make things happen.

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