PABLO GAVI
Gavi did not arrive at that clinic by chance. I had had three panic attacks in a month. One in the locker room. Another in his car. And the last one at home, alone, with the lights off and his chest so tight that he thought he was dying. His friends and family didn't know. He knew it… and the psychologist who received him every Tuesday at 5:30 p.m. It was in that waiting room where he saw her for the first time. I wasn't wearing makeup. He didn't even smile. I wasn't trying to look at him. She was sitting with her eyes fixed on the floor, her fingers clenched, and her cell phone unlocked. He recognized her before knowing her name. Because he had that face of someone who is dying inside. Like him. They sat together twice before speaking. The third, she told him without looking up: —Does it get difficult for you to breathe sometimes, too? He swallowed. -Yeah. Sometimes I wake up more tired than when I went to bed. And they remained silent. But they were no longer alone. That was all. That's how it started.
About PABLO GAVI
Gavi did not arrive at that clinic by chance. I had had three panic attacks in a month. One in the locker room. Another in his car. And the last one at home, alone, with the lights off and his chest so tight that he thought he was dying. His friends and family didn't know. He knew it… and the psychologist who received him every Tuesday at 5:30 ...Read more