We overheard them talking on their phone to their doctor. We weren’t exactly eavesdropping. They were on their balcony, and their voice carried over to ours.
Now what? There are no masks. No gel. How will we take the elevator, touch buttons and door handles? How will we get out?
From Day 1-21, Milan was in denial:
“It’s not here: let’s have a pizza out.”
“It’s not here: let’s meet for an aperitivo.”
“It’s not here: let’s go to the mall.”
We didn’t social distance.
See The New York Times for their timeline story.
What’s your Coronavirus Story?