Amid the Names of Coronavirus Victims, a Beloved Childhood Author Jumped Out

Luis Sep煤lveda's death spurred 爆料公社's photo editor to revisit a favorite childhood book, and realize how much it has shaped her life.

A couple of weeks ago I asked my partner, Fabio, to pick up a book at my parents鈥 home on his way back from work. In normal times, I would have made the 10-minute drive and collected it myself. But we live in Milan, Italy, one of the places hit hardest by the novel coronavirus pandemic. I hadn鈥檛 seen my parents for two months, or left my apartment at all aside from going out to get groceries and do volunteer work.

When Fabio, whose job was deemed essential, came home, I felt a brief flare of jealousy knowing that he鈥檇 seen my parents. It disappeared when he handed me the book. The pages of my childhood copy of had turned yellow, but the story came back to me immediately. 

Written by Chilean author Luis Sep煤lveda in 1996, this book centers around a gull chick named Lucky. The story opens with tragedy: Lucky鈥檚 mother, Kengah, is caught in an oil slick while foraging at sea. 鈥淲hen she came back, on the surface the light of the day was gone, and after she tried to free her head she understood, the sea curse was darkening her vision. The thick stain, the black plague, was gluing the wings to her body.鈥 As I re-read those words (which I've translated from Italian), I thought of how the scene might describe the tragedy of the BP oil spill 10 years ago in the Gulf of Mexico. Reading on, I delighted in reliving Lucky meeting Zorba, a feral cat who, unlike his real-life counterparts, cares for the egg that hatches into a chick. Lucky soon begins calling him 鈥淢ommy.鈥 Through many adventures, Zorba teaches the young bird to fly. 

I hadn鈥檛 thought about the book in years. Then, on , Sep煤lveda died. I was so saddened when I heard the news from a friend, and felt fresh anger with this pandemic that has taken so many lives. Sep煤lveda was still an active writer, and I couldn鈥檛 help but mourn the many untold stories that died with him. And yet, coming back to this book that I鈥檇 all-but forgotten, I realized for the first time just how much Zorba and Lucky had influenced my life.

When I was a kid, Zorba, Lucky, and Kengah taught me that human beings are not alone or all-important. We share the world with so many other creatures that have a right to exist, and need our help to thrive. The conservation ethic that these fictional creatures sparked in me has shaped not only how I view the world, but also my career choices. I am a photo editor and photographer at the 爆料公社, where I get to use the power of visual storytelling to convey to a broad audience important information about conservation and the beauty and fragility of nature. In some ways, I hope, I鈥檝e grown up to do with photography what Sep煤lveda did with words. 

During this pandemic, one bright spot for me has been creating the new 爆料公社 for Kids page. Working with wonderful colleagues, each week we unveil a new package of games and activities for children that teach them about and connect them with birds and nature鈥攅ven from inside an apartment. It gives me so much joy to think of kids out there developing a fascination with, or deeper understanding of, the natural world through our little projects. The thanks we鈥檝e received from parents makes me feel connected to the world outside of my apartment, and I love to see what the kids come up with. I smile and laugh so much when I see drawings like the Black-headed Glider* that Oliver, 8, made when doing an activity in which we asked kids to create their own imaginary bird. 

In all the sadness that is surrounding us right now, and the uncertainty about venturing back out into the world as Milan and other places begin to open up, revisiting Zorba and Lucky has brought me a sense of calm. Without realizing it, this story has accompanied me since I read it dozens of times as a child; it is now with me every time I am on assignment or I work on a story. And maybe Sep煤lveda鈥檚 death has inspired parents to read his books to their kids. If it has, chances are, even after he鈥檚 gone, he鈥檒l be making new little environmentalists.

*If you鈥檙e wondering what a Black-headed Glider is, Oliver explains: It has a wingspan of 11 feet and stands at 4 feet tall. It lives in mountainous terrain and hunts multi-eyed deer. It was inspired by its dinosaur ancestors. The birds typically lay three eggs at a time and are attentive mothers. Their long tail feathers help them to capture prey.