Wish that Martti could say he is getting better healthwise, but that is not really true :( Fever is a companion for nearly a year in a row now, nothing that they sell in the Prince of OZ "medical center" seems to help, strength is just enough to allow to extend an arm towards a cup of something nice to drink, and it does not taste anything anyway, and the "warm fuzzy feeling" often sought from drinking is present with or without it, and accompanied with several types of pain.
Just as Martti was blessing himself for having houses and funds and even a servant to take care of him, unlike the ones who live and die on the "streets" (nobody does it literally, because there are so many shelters in the town, Martti also started from one) - a boy comes to tell the news: The King (who has been affected by the same disease) feels his time has come and is giving a final farewell in the Central Square. Martti did not know the king, and calculated that he has such a plentiful number of closer people around him that going to the outer circle might not be useful.
Martti is young and does not know that dying people are usually very alone when still dying. Once dead, however, they start to receive visitors in increasing numbers. Even Martti feels it's normal to pay homage to the dead body of the former king, but was hesitating to chat with him when he was living (or dying). Life is funny, and death especially, if you start to think about it.
So, the King is dead. And Martti is suffering from the same. And since it is contagious, next year quite a few will found some difficult health challenges to cope with.
The severity of the condition prohibits thinking and planning. This is the reason today's blog is again void of practical matters.
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