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He walked upstairs. Hi mother was sitting next to his
father who was resting in his armchair; both his parents felt the
tempest in his heart as they looked at him; his mom first asked.
“What is it my son? You look troubled.”
“I’m okay mom” then turning to his father he asked, “Why
people do these things to other people?”
“Which entry did you read?” His father asked.
“One referring to the influenza virus that hit the place ten
years ago.”
“I remember it. Everyone in Kamloops was talking of it
those days; many children died back then, you know. Of course
influenza hits anywhere and everyone sometime son, but when
it happens and the people take good care of the sick, usually it
passes as winter influenza and nothing more, though when the
people who are responsible for the lives of these children don’t
follow the normal guidelines of the Government, then deaths
occur.”
He stopped and looked outside his window as darkness
had covered the city of Kamloops like a heavy shroud; darkness
was the queen of the night, this night like all others like the
darkness Anton felt shrouding his heart.
“It all boils down to the same cause, son, what we discussed
the other day: the perception one race has about the other
race; the occupiers and the subjugated. Like a tragedy which
requires two major characters in every scenario, the hero and
the traitor, the killer and the victim, the abused and the abuser,
the martyr and the killer, in all cases equally necessary for the
development of any plot, whether it relates to the endless contradictions
of the martyr or the pure clear destructive elements
of the killer or whether it relates to the native Indians and the
occupying Anglos.”
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