Creative Overview of the Black Death essays

Creative Overview of the Black Death essays It is a year of our Lord 1352, on the twentieth day of the month of October. It was a sunny and steady day. Normally Genoa gets cold and miserable at this time of the year, but today, probably, God sends a pitch of mercy to our devastated land. It is quiet around. At any given moment I would have been grateful for this peace and tranquility, but today I feel just sad. No one is around. Mediterranean wind is playing with last leaves on my castano tree. They were the only spirit I could talk to these days, but looks like they are being taken away. Emptiness, darkness, misery Go, maybe you will find a better place to be. But who am I trying to deceive here? There is no better life around. Cruelty, hunger, hopelessness The curse has invaded and swallowed not only Holy Roman Empire, also Byzantine Empire, and even Constantinople. The death has touched everything from Cordoba, to Cairo, to Caffa (p.13). Everyone I have known is gone forever. Even all my animals got swept away by the plague: the dogs have died and the rats have run or hidden. It was exactly 5 years ago, when the Lord sent the curse on our land. Twelve slaves got harshly punished by God for being sinful (Michele da Piazza, p. 29). They ran away from our city all the way to Messina, but the infection had already pierced them to the bones. They left the infection spreading in Genoa before the run. The destruction has begun. The sickness was highly contagious, that anyone who spoke to them would bring an unavoidable death on himself. The consequences were terrifying in every case. Some people were losing the ability to speak; they were still alive and tried so hard to scream out for help, but their tongue just seemed incredibly heavy and out of control. I saw my neighbors family getting sick all at once, spitting their blood for three days until they were all done, all at once. In this case, the evil attacked not the head, but the lung which produced very ...