Dear John Letter. To my virus.

Dear John,

Even if we have probably been travelling and living together for more than 30 years I was only introduced to you lastly. To some extend I should apologize about my lack of attention and start with kind of ‘pleased to meet you’, but situation is not that simple.

I must admit that you kept discrete, silent and even secret all this time and I recognize here some high standard of education and personality. You are a Number1, silent and with strong mindset.

I utterly appreciated your reserve and modesty that enabled to keep the secret in me without invading anybody in family and relatives. You are so discreet that when you choose me, even the sharpest scientist could not see, neither detect your daily work with my liver.

You let me have a wonderful life where we could experiment sports, world’s finest cooking and fine wines together and without special limitation. Never sick, never down, everyday filled with energy and full of curiosity. Really, not the slimmest thought to you in thirty years.

Always quiet and invisible, your track was detected during a routine check-up. I am almost disappointed to see that a game as subtle as you got trapped by a ‘week-end’s hunter’. I imagined some more heroic hunting story.

Today we are not anymore strangers to each other. I know who you are, what you did, what you can do. Besides perverting the best part of my liver, your apparition messed-up my professional and social life. No place for projects and ambitions now, just hiding and taking care of you and me. ‘Taking care of us’ is so ambiguous: to some extents your presence ruins my life, I want to kill you! On the other hand your discovery brings me back to myself as never before, but is this is a good or a bad thing?

 You are now my master, standing in the driver’s seat. You take me to show another side of life: Hospital where you can meet anything and anyone, the pure dumbness or grace of life, and pain with death. Everywhere you showed me the presence of broken hearts; broken bodies floating all around us. I have not been far on this road yet; I just adapted my agenda and opened my eyes. During all previous travels I forgot visiting these countries and now I wonder if there is some place for me to settle here.  I respect you because you let me live and now you teach me ways to die. Sometime these days it is quite difficult to choose my way between following you and keep going with the usual train of my life. I make the wish that you will keep discreet and ‘easy-going’ during this second part of our road movie.

 I make the wish to drive you out as soon as possible. Bye NOW John,

Ozias

Dragon fighting