A man preocuped by the obsession of his son for the number 13. The schrink listen, writes, draw. And formulates questions for so preocuped father , more enthusiastic than reasonable measure.
But the son, who becomes a sort of lab rat for both men express not so pleasant feelings. Ignored, with some sadic touch by medic, with inconscience by his old man.
The end seems pretty dramatic.
Sure, round irony about a schrink victim of routine and indifference about his clients , becoming a sort of caricaturist and a father who , with naif intentions, hopes to cure his boy from his 13 children. The repetition of number is the axis of story, like the cruel tres ( very ) used by medic against vulnerable young man.
In some measure, good remind of Ion Luca Caragiale s Momente or only touch of Cehov.
