The Ballad of the Covid-19 Gaol, part one

The Burial of the Dead  April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.  T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland   Part 1: It all began where the streets have no name – looking back at one month of quarantine (Modena, Emilia-Romagna, Italy, Easter…

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