A teacher posted on Facebook about the loss of his sister from coronavirus in the last few hours as he says, he feels that he failed to convince her to be vaccinated.
In his post, which is accompanied by a photo of him with Diamantoula, Dimitris Bouchalis, a professor in India, is visibly moved and describes the moments when he told his sister to get vaccinated but she postponed it. She may have planned to have some tests first when her doctor told her to, but she appeared to be influenced by anti-vaccine propaganda.
“Two months ago we celebrated you and you shone on your birthday γα I told you to get vaccinated immediately… yes mom I will do it… but I heard them say… And you listened to the puppets said by the idiots who killed you τελικά and leaving Greece I hug you and I tell you do the vaccine… yes mother I will do it… yes my child okay… “, writes Mr. Bouchalis characteristically.
His post:
The text of the post:
Where are you going Diamantoula… why are you leaving ???
and how to greet you from 8500 kilometers away…
obligatorily locked in a quarantine room for another 10 days ☹ ☹
Two months ago we celebrated you and you shone on your birthday…
I told you to get vaccinated immediately αι yes mom I will do it… but I heard them say…
And you hear the puppets saying the idiots who killed you and finally…
and leaving Greece I hug you and tell you to get the vaccine…
yes mom i will το yes my child okay….
If I remember correctly… it was in 1975 that we went camping in Agios Andreas for the first time.
Dad swore to me… take care of your little sister δεν didn't he always say that ??
And I did it with all my might…
from that time when it caught fire and we ran into the sea….
But the truth is that you took care of us all.
Do not worry… I'm here…. you always said…
and you meant it and ran for everything and for everyone.
The cavalry… on the motorbike or mobile unit of action and care you were…
just like accompanying dad's hearse…
You hid a lot from me so as not to upset… or you have your jobs…
do not worry…. I am here…. I will arrange it…
until things became very difficult and there you called me…
small down…
and I ran because I knew the seriousness of things at this stage…
Maybe no one ever realized how important things you did
and how much you helped everyone and everything… everything…
but always neglecting yourself…
And now it can be seen from the messages of support and love
that the whole world is gushing for you…
It's too late τώ I can not believe it…
I think I see the worst nightmare in my sleep….
and I will wake up to drink coffee in the yard….
like when we made the garden desk and Mrs. Stella was laughing…
I kept this oath for so many years, wherever I was from…
but now I have failed as a brother and as a scientist to convince you to get vaccinated.
Wait a minute είχε the doctor told you to do some tests…
you had heard something… and yes mom Dimitraki I will do it αι yes yes it is in the program…
And you know the struggle I have done all over the world
to escape this catastrophe…
and let you have heard all the interviews and all the views
with serious people who are entitled to have an opinion;
and let me know that I was begging for the vaccine at the vaccination centers in England
of the excess at night δες weeks before they call me in turn…
and let you know how important it is to start our lives again…
Three weeks ago CO COVID was for others…
we knew how to manage it…
It was more important to get permission for the 15th of August…
after all, three months in Evangelismos with my mother they taught us…
Eventually in Evangelismos we became regular customers…
they will remember us for years, after all, for the battle of the chair 😉 😉
Everyone tried with all their might…
all the well-known friends and the whole network searched found and tried…
but despite the efforts, the educated Haros wins 2-0…
Wins the cup and the championship together to take my angel away…
I hope it does not digest…
Three weeks of nightmare…
and the worst that Monday you did not reply to the messages…
and our snakes lived…
I tell you take me when you can…
and you take me with unbearable shortness of breath…
as soon as I hear you from the double oxygen…
and you tell me they will intubate me because the oxygen fell…
At that time, instead of giving you courage, you give me…
is part of my treatment you say….
I bite…. I know well…
I have been watching COVID for a year and a half now every day…
50/50 chances when you are intubated
I manage to tell you that I love you and that you are strong… and you are chanting…
The last two weeks the nightmare of waiting for the phone from the intensive care unit…
at the scheduled time to tell you the developments…
And be on the phone lest they get unscheduled time…
because you know then things are not good…
And all friends doctors and people who know, with the hours after on the phones…
to explain to us what the people inside the unit told us;
and make predictions about how it can develop….
And give hope and courage…
I know you fought… but you could not stand it….
And the feeling of not being able to offer something…
to do something to help in some way….
Father I can not take care of my sister…
is intubated in repression….
I know people take care of her there… that's all I know….
I do not wish it even on my worst enemy….
and I hope I never experience it again in my life…
The vaccinators their hava and their koutamara…
4-5 days will be left… and everything will be fine….
I do not know…. I have heard of other cases…
a doctor told me… and that puppies could pass through their stupid head…
As if they can have an opinion and have the knowledge, they express their puppet….
Then they started .. but what do you say find my child…
she is small…. is it possible… had other problems ???
he will succeed… we know Manti always succeeds….
When the game thickens the prayers began…
God is great… candles… and vows… anticipating the miracle…
But there is no cure for it… To ask in America…
as if all those who had an opinion about the vaccines they would not get
have an opinion on the drugs administered to intubated patients;
You entered an unequal battle without the slightest weapon…
barefoot naked and without any protection…
Only with your optimism and your happy nature…
Literally barefoot in cucumbers…
without the power of science to face what we saw
around the world to have killed millions;
COVID did not kill you my heart…
The puppetry and cowardice of these people killed you…
And all those who reproduce stupidity for their own interests to justify their own cowardice…
I have anger and immense sorrow because you leave unjustly… completely unjustly….
on the most beautiful years of your life where you had arranged your things as you wished…
I lost my little brother, my support, and your laughter…
At least so many have benefited from your presence, your joy, your optimism, your love, and your care…
It was my destiny not to bury either mother or sister ☹
I can not say goodbye…
Greetings only to mom and dad…
We will meet again…
I love you and I will love you forever
Postscript…
…. Yes I know this text is spelling…
Since you know I do not have it…
and now who will fix them ???
who reads it carefully ???
and who will text me…
small learn to write….
and change these 10 things not to become resilient…
I know you will find a way….
…. The only consolation… the balm of the voice of Vasilikos…
…. Papageorgis baptized you, married you and now he is burying you… Let's see under what name he will do it this time….
…. I made the encyclopedia of tourism for my mom τι what should I make for you ???
Source; protothema.gr
