written by Jo Pistorius, read by Es Thompson-Turcotte and Jo Pistorius
26/09/2026
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| E | Rudolf Virchow stands by the window on the fifth floor of a new Charité building |
| J | striking his soft crinkled little beard |
| E | pondering |
| J | and gazes out over the smog-filled swamp city |
| E | upon which the sun goes down |
| J | the sky is blood-red |
| E | and in the east, the tops of the houses shine like fire |
| J | and in the west, the line of great chimneys stands clear-cut and black against the sky |
| E | The next morning, he’ll meet the Prussian minister of Ecclesiastical, Educational and Medical Affairs |
| J | and he’ll propose to drain the swamp of depraved and decrepit small illegal courtyard slaughterhouses. |
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