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Up until now all tolerable to an extend

Don’t shoot this messenger for only trying to state the obvious, not to harvest sympathy or awe but to channel outrage at this so called world leader and his disdain for us plebeians, blusteringly claiming his prerogative to put everyone else at risk for his own benefit by literally reenacting ‘The Emperor’s new clothes’ when there’s not just his embarrassment at stake but life imperilment for all, just to get cheered at by his deceived worshipers for his undisguised misconduct.

Of all the chronic diseases I have managed to collect throughout the years, some more debilitating and impairing than others but up until now all tolerable to an extend, the one the doctors refer to as ‘Idiopathic inflammation at the cellular level’, randomly causing horrendous edema all over my body, taught me the most about how illness is perceived by bystanders, because it was so unmistakable visually perceptible and certainly not to be ignored, although sometimes hilariously mistaken for the result of physical fights, with me me as the obvious, designated loser.

Until corona started its transforming journey through mankind, we were all pretending that illness equals weakness, a common understanding, not even unspoken but loud and undeviating, defining whether you can be counted on or not to be a productive member of society, thus creating an additional stigma for the ones already hit hard. I for one was hopeful this would all change at the beginning of the global health crisis, when there seemed to be a newly found solidarity and unanimity in focusing on vulnerability.

Confined at Les Pierres again, no retribution but a sensible hiding place for the emerging second wave, I recall one of our few outings this summer to Gargilesse-Dampierre, a beautiful historic village in our area, the favorite holiday destination of local and national heroine, novelist George Sand. Descending to the dungeons of the Église Saint Laurent et Notre Dame, a church with a little known history that can be traced back to the tenth century, I caught sight of its phenomenal stained glass windows and the clarity their ancient vagueness provide. A hazy look outside equals a blurred one inwards.

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