Group-Analytic Contexts, Issue 81, September 2018

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Refugee: More application forms, more papers, what else do you want?
Take them back, it’s not me in these words.
REPORTER: [HE IS REQUIRED TO COMPLETE ENDLESS
OFFICIAL PAPERWORK WITH DETAILED INFORMATION IN
ORDER THAT HIS REQUEST FOR A RESIDENCE PERMIT BE
CONSIDERED]
NARRATOR: Plutarch is a second-year at primary school; the other
children gather against him, mock him and beat him. He rushes against
them with his head, head-butting them, grunting and trying to bite.
Plutarch: Get out of here! Get out of here I told you brats! Leave, you
damn monsters! I’m telling, I’m telling your mothers and then woe be
tide you!
Refugee: You're hunting me, bums, to get what? I have nothing else
to give!
REPORTER: [HE STARTS BECOMING PARANOID,
BELIEVING THAT HE IS BEING HUNTED DOWN, BOTH BY
HIS OWN PEOPLE AND BY THE FOREIGNERS]
NARRATOR: Plutarch in summertime childhood, in the countryside
- his mother beats him with the flip-flop to make him sleep at noon.
Plutarch: I’m telling you I don’t want to, I don’t want to sleep, the
vampires and the beasts will come to take me, I don’t want to sleep,
they will drink my blood and I’ll be empty inside!
Refugee: But I cannot sleep, a black hole is lurking in me. It will suck
me whole. My eyes, stay open!
REPORTER: [HE HAS ILLUSSIONS AND METATRAUMATIC
SYMPTOMS, NIGHTMARES, IMSOMNIA, HE THINKS THAT A
BLACK HOLE WILL DEVOUR HIM]
NARRATOR: Plutarch in the last grade of primary school - the
teacher told his parents that he wants to break him, to prune his
excessive selfishness. Beating him with a ruler, whenever he solves
problems that the teacher cannot.
Plutarch: I solved it right, you’re the one who doesn’t know