During the first three months of the pandemic, I worked nightshifts at the hospital as a cleaner. I roamed the corridors, wrapped up in protective clothes so that not a sweatdrop could get through. Coughing sounds came from behind the doors, but for weeks, I did not see a single covid patient. Those nights I wondered what was really going on with the virus that everyone was talking about; and when I went home at sunrise to sleep, I dreamt about it...
