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The spread of the black death.

Poland

Poland, tell us your secret.

Poland is the old new Madagascar. 

If I remember correctly, Poland’s secret is that the jews where being blamed all over europe (as usual) as scapegoats for the black plague. Poland was the only place that accepted Jewish refugees, so pretty much all of them moved there. 

Now, one of the major causes of getting the plague was poor hygiene. This proved very effective for the plague because everyone threw their poop into the streets because there were no sewers, and literally no one bathed because it was against their religion. Unless they were jewish, who actually bathed relatively often. When all the jews moved to Poland, they brought bathing with them, and so the plague had little effect there.

Milan survived by quarantining its city and burning down the house of anyone showing early symptoms, with the entire family inside it. 

I reblogged this tons of times, but the Milan info is new.

Damn Italy, you scary.

Poland: “Hey, feeling a bit down? Have a quick wash! There, you see? All better”

Milan: “Aw, feeling a bit sick are we? BURN MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!!!!!”

“How’d the Flight go?”

His voice, from behind her, made every muscle tighten up slowly in her body. She didn’t turn her head, focusing instead on the curled up Blue dragon on the ledge outside. “Oh? You remembered? I didn’t think you cared.”

She heard her own voice - harsh, cold, hurt - and cursed herself. She was better than that; she could hide her emotions better than that. He didn’t need to know how much his not appearing had hurt her.

“Of course I remembered. Why wouldn’t-“

Elora rocketed to her feet as Saphireth dove from the top of the ledge, running out to where she had been sitting. N’kio’s feet echoed behind her as she looked down.

Below her, Saphireth snarled and her claw snuck out, whacking black Metanath on the face.You didn’t show up!

“Saphireth!” Elora looked down at her dragon, clapping a hand over her mouth. She had known she had been upset - they both had been - but this was something she had been hiding.

You left me to some dragon I didn’t know! And you! Saphireth’s head swung up, her eyes whirling angrily and locking on the redheaded sailor behind Elora. You left her to fuck some-

“That’s enough, Saphireth!”

Her dragon and her stared at each other for a second before Saphireth pushed off the ground, flying towards the other side of the Bowl and away from Metanath. Elora felt a pull to follow, to walk away from N’kio.

It was never that easy.

“Elora, I-I didn’t think you’d want me there.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should have asked.”

She took a deep breath, consoling her emotions, pushing to the side. She could compose herself, build a wall between her and her emotions, wear a mask, just like she used to.

It would hurt her.

It would hurt him.

And right now, she wanted him to hurt.

“Elora-“

“Don’t worry about it!” Her voice suddenly chipper, she turned her body, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Bright smile, bright eyes, standing up posture. “I should have known better. Truly.”

She saw the confusion in her eyes at the change of posture. Good. Let him be confused.

Let him see her flirt with other people and go back to the way things used to be.

It wasn’t like he cared.

She should have known better.

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i’ll take that.

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