Shortly after the worldwide demolition tour of the coronavirus, a growing panic became palpable everywhere. The resulting repercussion appeared in tweets, hashtags, news feed, and various platforms. And then the pent-up frustration are written in novels: Lucy by the Sea, Tom Lake, Wish You Were Here, and now Dream Count.
The last one was written by a Nigerian author, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. As the book opens, a family Zoom call tells the story of how the long lines of people waiting to buy toilet paper in supermarkets, how the police are guarding toilet-paper lines, and why a spoon is needed for ATM. When it comes to coronavirus deaths, there's no such thing as too-much-caution – and it turns out the worry is the coronavirus can pass through gloves. To get around the fear, a sppon is used to press the passcode and then being thrown away.
A spoon can be thrown away, but the panic can't be. Each new symptom – from face rashes to foot sores, from hoarse morning throat to an itch in the toe – can cause restlessness and endless Google search.
Those frightening news are enough to give us a gray hair overnight.
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