Routine in the Trench

Lulled, she awoke Each morning, rubbing her eyes and then padding bare feet across the floor to the heater. She made tea, woke the children, did what was needed. At the Health Centre, she answered phones, dressed wounds, took details, but mostly just listened to the sick. Sometimes she swept her hair from her face and let out a long soft breath. Then back to work.

devices in wood

You can read a society by its attitude to those who are ill and in pain. The girl who had discovered the Democracy Device, now a women, worked against her society: organising food for the poor, trying – in her daily interactions – to alleviate their suffering. She gazed out over the lines of people waiting, listening to their coughing and soft weeping, the clasping of clothes against the cold, their breaths like white cones in the still air.

Those who hold power always say: ‘Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. If you say otherwise, you will be worked on. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine. If you have a problem with your healthcare, you are mistaken. If you have pain in your arm, you do not have pain in your arm. Everything’s fine.  Honest. It’s fine.’

Final Segment 9: Tyranny as Teacher is here.




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