Last week I had to travel for work. I doubted if I could go. Friends who were going to Italy for the weekend had cancelled. They thought the risk of contracting the coronavirus was too great. What was I afraid of? I’m not really in the at-risk group, so I wasn’t worried for myself. I was especially afraid of getting stuck in a hotel or infecting others. I asked a doctor friend for advice. He said I could travel fine, as long as I cleaned the table at my chair very well and washed my hands regularly. A mask was only necessary if someone around me was coughing continuously. I decided to go. The plane was more crowded than usual and the other passengers looked – just like me – a bit tense around them. Only in the air did I relax. I was sure it would all go well.
Once on location restaurants, schools, and sports clubs were closed and traffic was quieter than normal. Even the usual smog was gone. I caught myself enjoying it, and for a moment I thought of the positive effects of the virus. In China a smaller amount of people than usual are dying from the effects of air pollution at the moment. In the Netherlands, many companies remain closed and people are working from home. No longer do they all have to get into the car to commute. The number of flights to various countries have also been suspended. It seems as if the world is holding its breath.