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I Don't Breathe - Zhour Kram
JOD
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From the book: The airport seems silent, though it is full of travelers. A strange silence that carries within it doses of fear, perhaps what remains of the curse of the pandemic. The pandemic has left the Earth, but the voices of the Corona victims scream every evening, all at once, in a strange language, a language unlike the languages of the Earth, the one the world spoke, and the rest of the world learned. It is the sound of a dose that stops at the entrance of the throat, its flow stumbling at the bends of wounded cracks, the pain intensifying whenever the flow pours salt on the cracks. The world's inhabitants awaken. They feel a pain unlike the labor of a woman giving birth without anesthetic. And outside the airport, she appears with her back bent, advancing with slow steps, as if carrying a weight, a worry, or a calamity. And the will remains suspended, and the story bare...