February, 2021
— Ana… Ana Sofia… Come here, queen, look at this…
— Who are you calling? — his wife asks.
— Ana…
— Ana is gone. She is in North America.
— No, she is here… Ana, come, your grandpapa is calling you.
— George, she is gone. She is not here.
— Yes, she is. Her spirit is here…
— George, she is not dead. Her body and spirit are in North America.
— No… she is here. I know it. Ana, come here… Grandpapa wants to tell you a story…
Overcoming is just a word. We were able to stabilize him for three months by now. Sending medicines, hiring a particular doctor, and binding food, to the land of nothing to survive with.
I wanted him to heal not only because he is my grandpapa, and the opposite wish is to want him dead, but mainly because
What an ignominious death to die drowned in your liquids.
Drowned, in general.
By caught in fire, swallowed by the sea, lacking air, buried alive…
To be drowned is such a horrible death.
And he doesn’t deserve it at all.
He deserves, when the moment arrives, to close his eyes to never open again in…
