“Shall we go to the supermarket and stock up on food?”
“I feel a little depressed, Anwar, you only hear misery in the news. Deaths, war and diseases, ” said a friend. I feel that too. Now that the coronavirus has arrived in the Netherlands, we panic. “One customer emptied the shelf,” said a friend who works at a supermarket. I also work at a supermarket. I wouldn’t let a customer go out with a shopping cart full of disinfectants.
When the war in Aleppo started, bread and baby powder milk were no longer available in a few days. They were there, but were no longer sold. Crisis dealers are smart. They are waiting for the problem, which was our war, to get worse. After the first deaths, it appears that bread and baby powder milk are still for sale. But only at huge prices, of course. Only the richest people could afford the milk and bread.
I now see that movement in the Netherlands. Hand gel that I have for 80 cents of the Action now costs tens of euros at Bol.com. Here too, in the sensible Netherlands, you have crisis dealers.
“Shall we go to the supermarket and stock up on food?” Asked my housemate. Like me, he’s used to the food crisis in Syria. However, we did not go. We don’t want to be like that woman who bought all the hand gel for herself. We have to do it together. If one person has all the hand gel in the house and the others have no hand gel, the virus will spread. People have to keep thinking a bit in a crisis. My hands have become thinner twice now due to the frequent washing. We don’t have face masks. My roommate and I are going to put underpants on our heads in the worst case. “It is a nice one, isn’t it,” I said. “Otherwise, we will have a new disease because of this solution.”
Strength everyone, and hold on.