On the last day of the European HIV Testing Week, someone very dear to me who is also an amazing journalist and a remarkable human being, asked me to post this…
It
is just another normal working day, trying to give a voice to those who
have something to say about things and problems that bother humanity,
or at least, my modest little surrounding humanity
…
I go towards the Infectious Clinic, the only clinic that can
perform HIV tests
… The only place where people may find out whether
they carry the deadly virus or not.
The doctor
is already waiting for me, to talk about AIDS and patients suffering
from AIDS. The way he puts it, is just another disease, contagious,
hazardous, deadly, but human
… They all need to be treated with respect
and affection, despite the poison in their blood.
While he tells stories about people having died without even
knowing they died because of AIDS, I feel surprised at the low level of
self-awareness, and when he mentions the death of a seven years old girl
who remained undiagnosed until her death, this low level of
self-awareness scares me
… It could happen to anyone, at any moment, in
any circumstance, because of a careless action, because of a stupid
addiction, because of ignorance or because the maliciousness of rotten
human souls who think that by infecting others, they will get a piece of
revenge from the harm that was done to them. It is strange how wicked
the human psyche can sometimes be
…
I wrap it up, after a detailed explanation of the
disease, the incubation period of the virus, the first onset of AIDS,
chances of life for an infected person, ways of transmitting the virus,
data on the national database of people who are infected, breaking it
down to female and male subjects, global death toll since 1981
…
Another moment comes. The moment when you want to
show to others how the test is carried out. Nobody is willing to do it.
Nobody is willing to show in front of the camera how the procedure is,
that short procedure that lasts 10-15 minutes which will decide the
future
…
I take the initiative of taking this test, first asking how it is performed.
The doctor looks at me with surprise. ‘This is not a game’ he might think
…
Well,
it is not a game for me either. He then says ‘I don’t think you must
appear in front of the camera. People will not understand it. People
will judge you when they see this documentary
… Be anonymous
…’ I
refuse to take his word for it. ‘If I am not able to show my face while
taking this test, when I am calling on others for awareness on this
deadly disease, what rights do I have to address them while I back off?’
In a way, I want to feel what a person living in the doubt of HIV
feels, I want to show to the audience how easy it is to go through a
little puncture with many drops of blood being taken from your finger
…
And so I do
… But trust me, it is not that easy
… It is not that easy
at all...
The test is just like the pregnancy test. But
different from one another, when one is positive, you give life, you
bear life, you have reasons for life. When the other one is positive,
oh
… the world tumbles on your feet and everything around you crumbles
to pieces and fragments of joyful moments you have had, terrible moments
you will have
…
You have one stripe and you are negative
… You are HIV negative
… You are marked with life
…
You
have two stripes and you are positive
… You are HIV positive
… You
are marked with death
… Perhaps not sudden death, not painful death,
not even death until it comes naturally, but you bear the seal of
DEATH
… You may give death to others, those dear to you, those strange
to you
…
And so, while the light of the camera is on my face,
and I am pale as always, I feel the shivers in my body, and my skin
turns cold, cold to freezing in the quivers of impatience.
I know there is nothing wrong with me. I simply perfectly know it,
but the moment itself is scary, perhaps horrifying... It is the reading
of those thin lines in your test that determines the way you are going
to see life from now and on
…
Ten minutes pass, under the camera lights, while it is filming,
recording on tape my voice trembling while speaking about the test,
while trying to formulate my appeal, while the doctor explains softly
what it is, what we are seeing, how the reagents work
… My ears go deaf
for a minute or so, my eyes focus only on one spot
… the single stripe
on my tests
… both tests
… There is no second stripe, there is no
shadow of doubt about the certainties that I already had
… This
experiment upon myself costed me
… I now know better how to appreciate
the moment, maybe life itself. For a moment there, I was scared
… It
was a long moment from where I sat
… Now it is gone
… My heartbeat is
back
… My breath is back
…
I take the test from the table, show it to the camera and softly, slowly and calmly I say:
‘That was it.… It only takes a few moments to save your life, to save other peoples lives… Do the test…’
I am still silent, but I need to share this
…
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