Illness as an opportunity

Apples, bananas, yellow kiwi - or maybe not, because the fruit shelf in the supermarket is practically surrounded by people with severe cold symptoms. And remarkably little manners, right there someone had expended a huge load of sniffles into a paper handkerchief that was way too small and then made a makeshift wipe of their hands on their jacket. To then immediately pat around on the fruit on display with these same hands, thank you very much too. About a meter away, someone else is coughing up the fruit, persistently and meticulously, variety by variety. Hoping for justice is of no use, because they all probably got the same virus that has been rampant in the city for weeks, so they probably can't infect each other again.

And so shopping becomes an infection slalom. The resolutions that were so fervently expressed everywhere during Corona, such as staying at home when sick in the future or at least going out with a mask, were finally over in the first autumn after the pandemic, and things haven't gotten any better since then.

On the other hand, a solid cold significantly improves life as an adult woman who doesn't want to say anything to most of the day's excitement: even a brief flare-up of interest is nipped in the bud by the general malaise, and that's why it's not even possible to get upset with Claudia Roth. Which is a shame, because there is a lot to say, but when will the ginger tea that was promised hours or maybe even years ago finally be delivered? Ah, here it comes, along with encouraging words like: “Be glad you’re not aware of all this madness!” 

Illness as an opportunity, which can only be understood if you haven't immediately doused yourself with fresh hot ginger tea during a bad sneezing attack. With sugar, of course, so that the glued bed linen in combination with the nasal cavities forms a magnificent ensemble. It cannot be said often enough that everything is a misery.