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I am torn between hopes and horrors at the world being what it is now. Thinking back to February – how normal everything seemed, it is almost like spring of 1913… All the plans we had for the spring and summer are gone, and it’s sad, but not much, we are used to the new circumstances. But the idea that the world has changed irreversibly is truly terrifying.
The thought that we, as people has lost valuable time, that we could have imposed stricter quarantine in the beginning and it could have helped not to let the pandemic out… But maybe it wouldn’t, maybe nothing would have.
I love that we had a week in Hawaii with kids in mid February.
I love that a year ago I visited Moscow.
The idea that the air travel won’t be possible for years terrifies me – I am used to idea that we are not cut off from the world, that we can visit our friends, our parents, to travel for fun… I mean, I haven’t even traveled that much, compared to many, and it wasn’t really frivolous, to be able to invite my mother (sorry, I read an article that basically calls all travels a frivolous expense for rich and carefree and got upset). I don’t know how the life will go on with the people cut off from each other again.
The coronavirus we are dealing with proves to be a fascinating thing – every day we learn something new about it, but we learn at the cost of lives lost. I mean, this century has already seen several new and terrifying diseases, but only this one proved to be truly threatening.
There are jokes, and there are all our human tiredness, and the feeling that we are in for the long night is not fun.
And then the riots. I don’t know what to say about that one.