the hot zone
I'm blogging to e-mail at this moment. Never tried the feature, so if it looks funky, tough.Here goes a test.
Dreaming of hot viruses and illness and infections last night after turning the last page of The Hot Zone. It's damn riveting, reading about intestines liquefying and
humans bleeding out from every orifice in the body after a bout of Ebola and Marburg viruses. It's also extremely riveting as the storytakes place in Africa, in the very place I grew up, spending childhoodalong the banks of Lake Victoria, driving through the Rift Valley and Mount Elgon, and venturing into Sudan on a small plane on my own whenI was eleven - all locations of where the virus killed people as they
bled out and crashed in their villages during the same years my familyand I lived there. I'm amazed that we escaped uninformed and unscathed as these virulent illnesses spread unkowingly through open wounds or through the air, mutating into stronger, more effective strains, seeking out a host to feed on. Suddenly, the Dark Continent grips me with fear of what ifs. I've longed to go back, but now the shadow of lethal disease hangs over me like the air, thick with invisible particles of filovirus...
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