On the death's island

"Has anyone died here?"

"Yes..."

"What was it's name?"  I loo up, the boy's question is so hilarious. Here has over thousand people who have been dying here... or rather left here to die. No one came here without planks for their own coffin. Sure they got the food from the main island and saw people during the parish's service but no one talked to them, people were afraid to even look at them. They had their own door and their own section in the church - life in separation. Food they got once a month and they had to do it by themselves, or those did who still had fingers left and who weren't that close dying. What was too much and thought as a left over was used for the only medicine they knew; alcohol.

   "There's many names..." I answer to the boy. And decide not to tell him about the mental institution in later decades. Thinking that it makes me feel that these people here with leprosy were the lucky ones even though once they came here they lost everything. It's a tough life.

 This is the place I work in. The church is the place for these lucky ones the boy was asking me about today. The people with leprosy. When I think of them I just can't see the brutality many other people see. I think they must have had amazing time on this island. Drinking, laughing and imagining... talking. Freedom from duties but yet so tied and unable to live the dreams.

Horror stories travel here. I live in an old building where some lady has hanged herself, that's the only one so far that I know but I know there's many others. I want to get to know them, or at least most of them... I love horror stories. Just love them. 

Other that horror stories and mental institution history I will tell you on some other post (sorry Eve... later :D) I've been super busy again. My last two free days I spent taking care of a half year old. She was easy and lovely one... but I still don't like babies. If it had been anyone else's daughter I would have said no. 

   Monday night I saw Nana again. She hates her job and she's going to come back to the same city with me. The thought of that makes me smile. I wish I could just give her good summer that she deserves... it's killing me because I want to talk with her more than that two hours we had. It's way too little to recap the whole year, specially with everything going on with both of us. 

Tuesday was last zumba class before the autumn again and it's killing me too. I just want to keep dancing, lucky me I can in the middle of beautiful archipelago nature... but it's not the same thing alone.

 Food wise I'm doing ok. Eating like a normal person and feeling bad about it. But for a change I haven't been totally bloated in here... there's just too good food and the down side is the institution lunch system which means that there's so few people that I can skip the lunch without people realizing. But no breakfast, then I'm actually hungry by lunch.

And then I got to say that I don't will be good friends with my island friends in here... I mean they're nice but not so close, close friend material.... more later, I'm going to bed. Just wanted to check in that I'm ok. Enjoy the nature pictures.

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