Rumour has it, based on the blood pouring from my scrotum, that the flooding of Venice released an ancient terror. I am almost too tired to continue writing.
My wife and I included the city of canals on our tour of Italy.
We were there when the latest floods hit.
Being avid swimmers, we decided to join other tourists who dived into the waters of a local plaza and jumped out of a gondola into the floodwaters.
Several days later, we all feel a little sick.
I sit here, soaking up blood that I can’t stop.
Most of us have wounds that won’t heal.
One tourist reported that the doctor he brought with him reported seeing unusually large multicellular organisms in his bloodstream that seem to like eating through skin and blood vessels.
We are weak.
I don’t know if I can write another blog entry.
The priest in our hotel offered us last rites, saying, apologetically, that we looked like hell.
With the countrywide strikes in progress, I don’t think we’ll be able to get out of here alive.
…if you can call what’s been happening to us, the last few days, living!