Three days coronavirUS in my head
A little story about the meaning of the Corona crisis
Smoking a cigarette on the small step in front of the house suddenly brings about strange changes. The chirping of the birds, the buzzing and whirring of the insects disappears from my perception. Feelings and thoughts make their way into my head and lead to a real firework display. The Corona virus has crept into my head and settled in there. The "The Corona virus is changing the world!" struggles with the "Is the virus changing me, too?" Three days, one anthill and one smoking cessation later, it is clear to me, that the virus can mutate into the coronavirUS and thus change the world positively. While this virUS conquers my heart, a rainbow, a supposedly empty card and my cat teach me, why the virus cannot change me.
