cap. 7 (1831 - 1997)
The quintet of years that preceded the cholera epidemic of 1836 was, in Arco, the best since the beginning of the century: the climate, the tenacity of the population, clemency tax, the fruitful intertwining between the holy slime worms and a silk-hungry European market, which resulted in the Tonle spell and his late father had always dreamed of. In total miracle, he gave a big contribution definitely Cristine home, which, with the patience of Job and the strength of ancient matrons, children pointed to a fragile path of salvation: to Elisa, the minute wisely taught to properly toast the cocoons nymphs, and Wilhelm described the wonderful worlds contained in a clod of earth, beginning with the mysteries of wine. As long as he could, therefore, held the sixth in the cabin with the enthusiasm of children and, in the mid of the decade, even began playing around the idea that he would become a company able to feed a entire family, without the need to lean on, about the bugs, the manufacture of cloths.
for most of Arco, to be honest, what was taking place in the country had the taste of a ransom from the lean years of foreign occupation. Many were convinced even of enlightened spirits live in the best of all possible worlds, a paradise of ripe berries and shoots robust, juicy olives and large leaves of tobacco, an island where the joyous loving human forces fought with nature and with the vicissitudes of politics.
Then, suddenly, God looked away. Thus, unexpectedly and for a moment, looked away, but this was enough His distraction, because the things in the air mutassero storm: the cholera came from chissadove, devoured it in a flash the flesh and the joy of the villagers, grinding them ruthless then to spit out his bloody stain on a whim, in a lump of pain never forget. The first to die was
Wilhelm, who sipped the poison albino of the must of Trebbiano, the second and third and fourth and fifth fell in the same time, altered by cramps caused by the water undrinkable sinks, while the sixth, seventh and eighth were swept away by a crumb of bread infected; The penny finally counted at the end of August, when someone noticed the nest of rabid dogs clinging to the remains of a body, perhaps a woman or perhaps a tiny child.
In two months, the houses along the river lost 291 souls, of which six thousand protected, and not enough to save the public prayers or ordered by the magistrate of Arc, or the capitals of the saints lit night and day, nor the hygiene recommendations required by pastor and physicians. Also serves no purpose to live with the pure soul, eat light, not sweat, lie at the first symptoms of diarrhea, when it was over, when he finally reached the hour of grace, the evil was gone as suddenly when he was come, for no apparent reason, no further claims, except in drought and desire for atonement.
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