Not Good to Hear

 Our visa agent Made came for a visit. Katrinka and I sat with him drinking some sencha from Japan. He's a rare Bali vegan. No sugar either. I walked him to the gate and as he mounted his orange motorbike, said he was off  to Cangu to get a computer and motorbike and other possessions that belonged to a client of his from Budapest who just died while visiting there. The father told Made he could have all of his son's stuff. Oh - he was young, I said. Yes -  thirty-five. Died from Corona. Was he in poor health? No - he was healthy, strong, did yoga, ate good food, did sports a lot - something every day, collected plastic from the river. He died two days after the first symptoms. Good lord. That Covid is hard to figure out.