Déjà vu. In recent days I’ve had that sense more than once. Every time I come home, remove my mask, and wash my hands, I start thinking whether it is safe to keep on wearing the clothes that I had on outside. What if they are contaminated by the virus? Well, I can change clothes, but what if the particles have already jumped somewhere else, and are now in my home? Some would call it paranoia. I call it déjà vu. I recognize those thoughts and remember the feelings.
Chornobyl
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Empty Holosiivsky Avenue in Kyiv on April 21, 2020, due to the nationwide quarantine measures imposed by the government on March 12 to prevent the spread of COVID-19
