The mask

There are many people I know who have caught the coronavirus lately. We are here experiencing the second wave of the crisis. Just when all seemed to go to normal, the cases began to rise, and here we are again with the hospitals crowded and a mandatory order to wear masks outside the home. You can be fined for 100 € if the police catch you without it in the street, where all look like surgeons or nurses or bandits.

Today my sister sent me a picture of a doormat with the message “don’t forget the damn mask,” trendy these days. Many times I have had to return home from the street door and take the elevator back to my apartment because of the mask. I think I’ll buy that doormat.

Now we are renovating our apartment, and we have construction workers at home. Because they are not family members, when they are with us, we all have to wear masks. All-day inside and outside. The weather is scorching, and we don’t have an air conditioner.

Every precaution, no matter how uncomfortable could be, is better than catch the virus or spread it.

A few days ago, we had to go to the funeral to a 23-year-old man who died of a stroke several days after he was out of the hospital treated of coronavirus. It was a horrible secondary effect of the disease because it damages the arteries.

Thanks God, nobody in my family has caught the coronavirus. We have been extra cautious with social distancing, washing hands and wearing masks.

We had planned to get together for my mom’s 100 birthday. We did it via zoom. It was different as we had planned, but at least nobody was at risk.

I think it’s essential to be careful and responsible to stay safe and contribute to the safety of the rest of the people. Even if you need a doormat reminding you to don’t forget the damn mask every time you go out.

FOWC: Catch