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Suppose you were struck with a plague. Now imagine each person with plague is the mother of three or more children. Or suppose one of the women dies suddenly and the others pretend that they don’t know where she is, and how could they. They fight over who takes care of their children, and who is doing the farm work. They each neglect their own families, and each suffers. The next step, of course, is to travel down the street, or to see an aunt, cousin, or brother, who cares for the rest of the children, the one who died. If one of the children is really mad and cries out, things get worse. [48] Then imagine they travel in the streets, the houses, and the neighborhood like a wave, and ever the more people die. Some people die who really, really thought that they could stay alive. One of the children feels angry and mad at her mother, the father, and at the world. It will not stay like this for long. It will pass, then, then, another kind of time is reached. The children will learn of their mother and father being a couple without future, one of whom is dead. The parents will have to share the grief. It will be much worse on these distant years than on earlier ones. Then suddenly people go back to normal. There is time for joking, parties, a little bit of gumption. All of this is temporary. The people won’t be. It will last forever… but only for a few months. (2009; CC BY-SA)
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