Chapter 8: The Psychology Department
“What a relief to start life over again from scratch! Nobody in Leningrad knew me and I knew nobody there. The little I took with me included, of course, my precious books, Pif and the little book of Pessoa poems in Portuguese – the material evidence of my identity. Thanks to Psycho, I was already familiar with that kind of vocabulary and I easily got a place to study psychology.
It was only the students in our department, from the third year onwards, who could read Freud and then only in the library. Everyone had heard of him but nothing could be found out about him apart from vague mentions in Yaroshevskiy’s “A History of Psychology”. Nobody at all was allowed to borrow Jung but I even managed to do that too. Actually, I was able to do an awful lot
