Disclaimer: notes transcribed as is, no editing has been made so as to preserve my original feelings as I read the chapter.
Max Brooks makes a good argument to his superior regarding the human factor. Reports shouldn’t just be about cold facts & figures, especially regarding any kind of human event, global or localised. It is important to remember what the human cost is on a personal level.
How else are we to learn from our mistakes, “our” meaning the entire human race.
35 million+, reduced to 50,000.
That’s one heck of a dent in China’s population. What a way to open a chapter!
Dr Kwang Jingshu begins his account on the war with somewhat nostalgic reminisces on pre-war China, it’s politics and what average doctors were expected to treat.
A far cry from what is to come.
He muses about trying to find a village that technically doesn’t exist, in the dark, in deep rural China.
It doesn’t sound like an easy or comfortable drive but Kwang, being the good & concerned doctor he is, finds his way.
Although his mood suffers in the process.
This better be damned serious
Be careful what you wish for.
The villagers are afraid of the sick, Kwang’s grand cultural criticism may have some valid points but at least he doesn’t direct his anger at the villagers themselves.
He is a doctor first & foremost and proceeds to tell a most disturbing account, not only of the sick in their makeshift, cold & damp quarantine shed, but also of the boy.
We never learn of his name, only that his father is missing, his mother may be one of the weeping and that the boy himself is patient zero. The father is Continue reading this post