Literary Corona Diary E-Book

Zacharias Mbizo

• Herausgeber: LiteraturPlanet
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Despite all the discussions about the medical, social, political and economic impact of the Corona pandemic, there is often a feeling that something remains unsaid. The reason for this is that the emotional upheaval triggered by the crisis is neglected. The present literary diary takes this into account by illuminating our Corona nightmare from within, as a series of subjective dream images.

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Zacharias Mbizo

Literary Corona Diary

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Cover: Paul Gauguin (1848 – 1903): Madame La Mort (Mrs. Death, 1890/91); Musée d'Orsay, Paris (Wikimedia)

About the author:

Zacharias Mbizo debuted at LiteraturPlanet in 2015 with his story Glücklose Heimkehr. Der Mann, der den Mord an sich aufklärte (Unhappy Homecoming. The Dead Man Who Solved His Own Murder). Not much is known about his life. Some claim that he moved to Europe from Africa and then worked as a casual labourer in cemeteries. According to other sources, he was employed in European nightclubs for years before emigrating to Haiti. Whether his grandparents were really traditional necromancers – as is repeatedly rumoured – is also not proven beyond doubt. Recently, Mbizo joined the circle of the so called Ecartists around the blogger Rother Baron, who has published several books at LiteraturPlanet as well.

I.  Disturbance

The first part of the literary Corona diary revolves around the abrupt changes the virus has brought about and with our futile attempts to lock it out or flee from it.

Disease Symptoms

When you woke up that morning, everything was as usual. The calendar on the wall opposite your bed showed the same snow-covered mountains as the evening before. On the pinboard, the same chaos of notes still prevailed, and your Tiffany bedside lamp glistened in the ray of sunshine that stealed through the gap in the curtain as it did every morning. And yet you had the feeling that something had changed.

Drowsily you stretched and tried to wipe the dream world of the night from your eyes. In the bathroom you let mountain stream cold water penetrate your pores, in the vague desire to wash yourself clean from something. Then you charged the coffee machine with an extra strong awakening potion. It followed your instructions with a whirring sound.

You sat down at the kitchen table. You turned on the radio. You flipped through the newspaper. You sipped your coffee.

But the music sounded shriller than usual, it couldn't be tamed to the sound carpet it usually added to your breakfast. The newspaper did not speak to you – as if it was reporting about another universe. And the coffee tasted bitter, as if someone had poisoned it.

You felt like an actor who was supposed to portray the life of another person. What used to be taken for granted, you now had to tediously pretend to yourself: normality.

Did someone break into your house? Yes, you said to yourself, that had to be it! How else could it be explained that everything seemed different to you, although nothing had changed?

You jumped up from your chair and hurried from one corner of the apartment to the other.

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