This is a chronicle of everyday life in Spain during the coronavirus pandemic. It was inspired by the current health crisis and the evident ineptitude of government leaders both in Spain and the USA, who have had a lamentable lack of foresight and planning.
Sunday, August 30, 2020
97 Flat Earth in Times of Coronavirus
Saturday, August 22, 2020
96 Ghosts in the Corridors in Times of Coronavirus
There is a widespread custom in times of plague that has persisted over the centuries. To avoid contagion, many leave the city and escape into the country. The Italian writer, Giovanni Boccaccio, lived through the Black Death as it ravaged the city of Florence in 1348. The experience inspired him to write “The Decameron”, a story of seven men and three women who escaped the disease by fleeing to a villa outside the city. His introduction vividly describes the effects of the epidemic on his city.
“Others again held a still more cruel opinion, which they thought would keep them safe. They said that the only medicine against the plague-stricken was to go directly away from them. Men and women, convinced of this and caring about nothing but themselves, abandoned their own city, their own houses, their dwellings, their relatives, their property, and went abroad or at least to the country round Florence, as if God's wrath in punishing men's wickedness with this plague would not follow them, but strike only those who remained within the walls of the city…”
And so in Times of Coronavirus, and following the time-honored (though harshly criticized) tradition of many others before us, my husband and I took the decision to leave Granada and travel to a village two hours and various worlds away, where it was possible to at least pretend that the pandemic did not exist.
Alhama de Almería is a town of about 3,500 inhabitants. It is so small that in a 30-minute stroll, one has seen everything there is to see. Anyone interested in painting the town red (or even a pale shade of pink) is out of luck. There is zero nightlife of any sort. In any case, this hardly matters because practically all discotheques, cocktail lounges, and nightclubs in Spain have closed anyway.
The government has even announced its intention to shut down the houses of prostitution, given the difficulty of tracing clients in the case of an outbreak. Apparently, few men wish to admit that they are obliged to pay someone to have sex with them. So a number of itches will not be scratched until the pandemic recedes.
Alhama de Almería, however, is a paragon of sobriety. It is so tranquil and boring that the coronavirus has not even bothered to visit it. The town is renowned for three things:
1. It is the birthplace of Nicolás Salmerón, university professor and president of the First (though short-lived) Republic (1873-1874), who wisely abandoned power when he realized that Spain (and Spaniards) were impossible to govern.
2. It is the site of the Balneario de San Nicolas, a natural hot springs that has been around since the times of the Romans and Arabs, and, quite miraculously, has not closed down because of the coronavirus.
3. Since the pandemic began, there has been only one recorded case of Covid-19 in the whole town.
So, given these specifications, we decided to visit the spa there, especially since the hotel has implemented the new draconian protocols to keep all guests and employees disinfected and reasonably safe in these difficult times. Nevertheless, coping with Covid-19 in the New Normal is a somewhat daunting experience.
When we entered the building, there was hand sanitizer and a temperature machine. After registering at the desk, we were given an antibodies test for coronavirus (results in 15 minutes). Not surprisingly, the test came out negative. Of course, masks have to be worn all of the time except when one is actually in the spa water, eating a meal, or in one’s own room. The capacity of all public rooms in the hotel is strictly limited. Elevators can only be used by one person at a time. In the dining room, tables are two meters apart, and buffets have disappeared forever. The server must bring all food to the tables.
This is all rather different from the last time we were here five months ago. We had visited the town in February just before the world went to pieces. At that time, the hotel was filled with almost 100 people, mostly groups of retirees who joyfully took part in card games, domino tournaments, sing-a-longs, and memory workshops. The spa was bustling with (mostly ancient) life, but still filled with a great deal of conversation, gaiety, and laughter.
Now in August, the hallways are empty; there are only about ten guests in the hotel. The hotel bar is closed. Everyone keeps their distance, and people only talk with each other from afar. This morning at breakfast, I interpreted for an English family, who did not know how to tell the server that they wanted to eat fried eggs and bacon (an alien type of breakfast). However, everyone used masks and social distance, which transformed the exchange into a kind of show.
After breakfast, I asked the receptionist behind her plexi-glass shield if she knew what had happened to the former guests. She told me that many had died during the first wave. Those that survived are now afraid to leave their homes.
And so, the hotel is now a very solitary place, quite different from the way that it used to be. However, if one looks close enough, one can see the people or at least their ghosts in the lobby, dining hall, and chapel. Indeed, the spirits are everywhere: Don José, who used to tell everyone endless stories about his childhood during the Spanish Civil War, Doña Encarnación, who would begin to swear like a legionnaire when she did not win at cards, or Señor Liñán, who was prone to drink a few too many glasses of wine in the evening. These and many others amicably haunt the corridors now. Many are not aware of their presence, but they are sadly visible to those of us who take the time to look and remember.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
95 Vacation in Times of Coronavirus
August is vacation month in Spain. It is when the whole country shuts down and life grinds to a temporary halt. The administration closes, and the only services available are those required for law enforcement and healthcare emergencies. It is thus a good idea not to sue or file for divorce in August. Nor is it smart to suffer any kind of medical problem ranging from a toothache to hemorrhoids because most dentists and doctors are at the beach. The medical experience of those who might substitute would fit in a thimble with room left over. Consequently, one must avoid falling ill in August, when little or no medical help is available.
However, it is also August for Covid-19, who needs a change of venue, and so, the coronavirus has taken a vacation of sorts. Since nursing homes were boring, the virus has begun hanging out in the discotheques, nightclubs, and cocktail bars along the beaches all over Spain. Young people who are drunk and/or high are almost as easy a mark as the elderly in nursing homes. The only drawback is that they are harder to kill. Nevertheless, even though they do not die (at least not so frequently), they become harbingers of doom because they carry the virus home to family gatherings, where their parents and grandparents are more vulnerable. And so, the deaths go on.
This has made the contagions in Spain skyrocket again. Yesterday, there were 3715 new cases in the last 24 hours, with figures that have been systematically rising by over 1000 cases each day. For all of the skeptics out there, yes, more people are being tested, but now more people are also dying (127 yesterday, when not so long ago, deaths used to be counted in single digits). Hospitals have begun to set up field tents again, and are preparing for the worst because no one can know what will happen in September when school supposedly begins (collective shudder).
And while all of this is happening, where are our courageous leaders? They are, of course, off the radar because August is also vacation time for politicians. President Pedro Sanchez does not play golf but he and his wife have gone to the beach. Since he is young, reasonably fit, and still has all his hair, he does not have to hide from photographers when wearing a swimsuit. He is sufficiently narcissistic to enjoy showing off his suntanned biceps if the occasion arises.
However, even though he does not hide from photographers, he is certainly hiding from something else. He is hiding from responsibility. When things were going well, he appeared on the television screen so frequently that we all became saturated with the twitching muscle in his manly jaw. Now, that the situation has worsened, he has totally disappeared from the spotlight.
The implicit message is that he is not to blame for the bad statistics. The fault lies with the regional governments, who, like the keystone cops, are scrambling to do their own thing. They are desperately trying to shore up the leaking dykes, but they are making a mess. We all know that none of this is going to end well.
The grand plan of our government was for everyone to learn how to amicably live with the virus, but the plan has failed. Co-habitation with Covid-19 has become difficult if not impossible. No one wishes to be in an abusive relationship with a virus (feminism taken to a new level.)
So now at some point, when Pedro Sanchez has acquired a Coppertone suntan and is sufficiently rested, he will return to Madrid and start being president again. No one can hide out at the beach forever. (Or can they?) Perhaps when he at last appears on the radar, he will have a new and hopefully better plan.
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
94 Fascism in Times of Coronavirus
Friday, July 31, 2020
93 Ancient Aliens in Times of Coronavirus
I do not watch a great deal of television, but I have a few favorite programs. For example, reruns of “The Mentalist” are an ideal context for correcting papers, revising texts, or doing the first version of translations. However, because I turn on the television ahead of time, I sometimes end up inadvertently viewing stuff that I would not otherwise watch.
On Sunday afternoon, the
program preceding “The Mentalist” is a documentary series titled “Ancient
Aliens”. As reflected in its name, the program presents highly speculative
hypotheses of extraterrestrial astronauts. It proposes that our historical
texts, archaeology, and legends contain evidence of human-extraterrestrial contact that occurred in the
distant past.
Over the years I have been informed that, among other things, ghosts and angels are actually extraterrestrial visitors from distant planets, the work of Leonardo da Vinci was inspired by alien technology, and that George Washington had an alien visitation at Valley Forge.
The series has taught me a great deal about how
fascinated people are by the possibility of extraterrestrial life. However, until
recently, the show was only a tiny footnote in my life. The only time that I have
ever pleaded to be kidnapped by aliens and spirited away to another planet was
when I had four small children ill with chickenpox.
Nevertheless, facts about Ancient
Aliens suddenly became relevant when Dr. Stella Immanuel MD, alumna of the
University of Calabar in Nigeria, appeared on the political scene as an
“important voice” in America. Dr.
Immanuel is affiliated with America’s Frontline Doctors, a coronavirus-skeptic
group of medical professionals, who are against masks and social distancing.
Instead, they advertise hydroxychloroquine, Zitromax, and zinc as the best way
to treat Covid-19 and combat the pandemic. President Trump describes this group
as “very respected” and Dr. Immanuel as “impressive”.
Some years ago, Dr. Immanuel
immigrated to America from Cameroon and now works in a private clinic in
Houston. Evidently, her overriding virtue in the eyes of the president is that
she is one of the few medical professionals in the world, who agrees with him.
So, it is only natural that he should admire and applaud her perception and
intellectual acuteness.
When asked directly about
Dr. Immanuel, President Trump responded, “I thought she was very impressive, in
the sense that, from where she came — I don’t know what country she comes from
— but she said that she’s had tremendous success with hundreds of different
patients. I thought her voice was an important voice, but I know nothing about
her.”
Unfortunately, the president
was too occupied with other matters to check out her stance on other issues. He
forgot (if ever he knew) that one of the Ten Commandments of Research
Methodology 101 is “Know thy sources”.
And it was at that moment when my knowledge of “Ancient Aliens”, peacefully drowsing in long-term memory, was suddenly activated. Thanks to my osmotic relation with this series, I have absorbed various tales of gods, monsters and strange beings of all types interacting with humans.
When these galactic invaders are not busy imparting wisdom and
technology, they spend their free time impregnating women to create demigods,
who are supposedly the result of human-alien unions. These offspring are invariably
smarter than we are (though this is hardly a difficult feat). Their presence explains
the occasional oases of intelligence in the immense desert of human stupidity.
An often cited text in this regard is “The Epic of Gilgamesh”, an ancient Sumerian poem written 4000 years ago. One of its myths is the possibility of a demon (incubus) appearing in the night to disturb and seduce women in their sleep, sometimes producing a child in the process.
Over the centuries, this myth has persisted as a trending topic,
and was avidly discussed by St. Augustine, Thomas Aquinas, and King James.
Certain sources even indicate that an incubus can be identified by its
unnaturally large or cold penis. (Don’t forget this, girls. The information might
come in handy one day.)
Like the ancient Sumerians, Dr.
Immanuel also believes in “astral sex” with witches and demons. Indeed, this
practice is the source of endometriosis, infertility, miscarriages and STDs,
which are “evil deposits from the spirit husband.” As a survivor of two miscarriages and thus
presumably the recipient of more than a few evil deposits, I can only agree
with her that spirit husbands are bad news and should be avoided at all costs.
Dr. Immanuel has also expressed
a belief in the involvement of space aliens and Illuminati in the manipulation
of the government. The “Ancient Aliens” series also conjectures that extraterrestrials
have been among us for decades, centuries or millennia. However, the government
has shielded the public from the knowledge of this secret alien invasion.
These infiltrators
have even shapeshifted into human form and move freely through
society. They now fill key government positions (hopefully, they have not been
fired) and are in the final stages of their plan to take over the world. Given
the current state of affairs, this cannot happen too soon.
In the opinion of Dr.
Immanuel, alien DNA are now being used in medical treatments, and scientists
are plotting to develop a vaccine to make it impossible to become religious.
However, given the current mindset of the religious right in the USA, this might
not be an entirely bad thing.
Though Dr. Immanuel has not
expressed this view, ‘Ancient Aliens” also hypothesizes that some plagues and
diseases, such as the Justinian Plague, Black Death, and Spanish Influenza,
were presumably brought on by pathogens of extraterrestrial origin. All of these
pandemics have been accompanied by reports of unusual celestial phenomena, the
appearance of strange creatures and objects in the sky, and ancient carvings of
figures dressed in hazmat suits.
So, it is entirely possible
that the coronavirus has been sparked by pathogens of extraterrestrial origin
brought to Earth in the form of cometary dust. Hopefully, at some point, Dr.
Immanuel, the new and important voice in American Medicine, will weigh in on this
topic and enlighten us all.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
92 The Pot and the Kettle in Times of Coronavirus
Saturday, July 25, 2020
91 Having a "Querida" in Times of Coronavirus
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
90 A Gothic Tale in Times of Coronavirus
Sunday, July 19, 2020
89 The Faces of Bélmez in Times of Coronavirus
97 Flat Earth in Times of Coronavirus
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