About me

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Introduction	My great grandfather survived the Spanish Flu. The epidemic was referenced later as the stuff of myth and legend; something surreal with proportions of such magnitude, you couldn’t quite believe it. Later, in recuperation, he took a trip to South America. Down the Amazon, mum said, which just added layer upon layer to the farfetchedness of it all. He kept a diary, pages scrawled in green ink. I saw it once, flicked through it, without enough interest, it turns out. Nobody knows where it is now, tossed into a dustbin during a clear-out: that precious little piece of fanciful history reduced to history itself. One hundred years later, here we are, a contemporary version of the Spanish Flu is ripping its way around the world: Covid19. This is my version of my great grandfather’s green-penned account, pinned safely to the ether. My way of remembering later on. And for keeping connected for now.

Gender

Female

Introduction

My great grandfather survived the Spanish Flu. The epidemic was referenced later as the stuff of myth and legend; something surreal with proportions of such magnitude, you couldn’t quite believe it. Later, in recuperation, he took a trip to South America. Down the Amazon, mum said, which just added layer upon layer to the farfetchedness of it all. He kept a diary, pages scrawled in green ink. I saw it once, flicked through it, without enough interest, it turns out. Nobody knows where it is now, tossed into a dustbin during a clear-out: that precious little piece of fanciful history reduced to history itself. One hundred years later, here we are, a contemporary version of the Spanish Flu is ripping its way around the world: Covid19. This is my version of my great grandfather’s green-penned account, pinned safely to the ether. My way of remembering later on. And for keeping connected for now.