I step out of my house and head to the public square at the Stadttheatre. There, we can still sit and busk under the sun. To my right is a couple. The girl is resting her head on the boy’s lap. The boy is stroking her hair. She’s wearing shades. And love is blossoming around me.
To my left is a man: rugged beards, a jacket and jeans. My beards need some grooming too. His bike is leaning against the concrete slab. A cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s puffing and blowing the smoke into the air. Wind wafts it towards me. He takes a sip from that bottle and lies on the ground.
He farts. I pretend as though I haven’t heard it. He farts a second and a third time. I hold my breath. What if he let out shit in his pants when he went on and on with those farts in a public square? What would he have done?
Then I asked myself, “What if farting was his way of dealing with social distancing? What if farting is his therapy? What if that’s his coping mechanism? What if…?”
With the situation we are is facing, anything is possible.
I’m walking down this street called Wilhelminenstrasse. Everyone is keeping a distance. Some are wearing face masks. Those riding their bikes uphill are steadily doing so. A man sneezes in the middle of the street. It is loud, untamed, uncontrolled. He just let it out. Everyone turns to see who this guy is. He is unfazed by all our eyeballs. Those who are closer to him react quickly. They increase the pace of their walk.
I’m sure you can guess what many of us were thinking. “What if he has the rona?”
What if he doesn’t have it?
Gosh! We are all judgmental people.
I haven’t opened my Telegram app in many weeks. I want to see what’s going on there. I tap the icon on my screen. There is a bunch of notifications telling me. One of them says “The Virus has joined Telegram.” (I made that up.)
What if Telegram stops snitching on people who joined the App, will they stop operating?