César Hazaki lost a psychoanalyst and says that the readers have him. us sir? No sir. Well then, who has it? And the question and the game continue in each story of this his new book (and they go...). In the humor and creativity, which are generously displayed throughout the book (a phrase that is highly indicated for any self-respecting back cover text), the two trades of the author can be observed: that of psychoanalyst -from which he lives- and that of writer - with which his characters live. Trades that are permanently intertwined.

Do your patients collaborate, consciously or unconsciously, by giving you lyrics? Me sir? No sir. César manages and is self-sufficient with his own delusions without anyone's help. Me sir? Yes sir. In The Lost Psychoanalyst a variety of everyday situations unfold in which many of us can see ourselves reflected. Me sir? Of course Mr. Conflicts are ours, cows and humor are foreign. The cows belong to others and the humor is all Hazaki. As we all know, humor is therapeutic -and cheaper- therefore, while César searches for his Lost Psychoanalyst, we keep the book. And everyone so happy. Me sir? Sorry, we have to leave it for the next session... Santiago Varela/2008