When I was young I read a book, called "Zorba the Greek", by Nikos Kazantzakis [one of greatest European writers], later also a famous song by Nikis Theodorakis [who lived in France] and... a lot more. Whatever impressed me in that book, was that someone died and the first thing that people wanted to do was to "grab" the deceased's belongings....That image remained long in my mind. Since then I have realized how ugly death is...
To me, death is filled with grief. As a doctor I have seen many people during their last minutes. When someone dies, people were hired to cry. The priests with the cross, would stop at every intersection and the crowds would cry harder, and the people would throw small change to the passers-bies who would pick it up from the dirt. The procession would continue to the burial place at the cemetery. The priests would say the last things, and the first shovels of dirt and stones would fall on the coffin, Bum! Bum! unbearably painful. Porridge and wine would be given to people. A black piece of cloth, like a butterfly in shape, would hang for months somewhere on the deceased's house showing that someone died there. I hate death, it is something horrible and ugly.
Let us, God, live!
2007-06-27
22:43:11
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Cristian P
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