Death, destruction, and anxiety caused by a virus. Television channels have hardly anything else to report. “Time is running out,” they seem to scream. I wonder if I am still alive.
“May I change the channel, please?” my grandson asks me and changes it before I have time to nod.
The Batman moves at lightning speed, rescues damsels in distress, and dispenses justice in his way. Cheers and applause from his little fan.
After the episode is over, he offers me the remote control.
“It’s okay. I’ll watch your channel.”
See you, Corona.
“May I change the channel, please?” my grandson asks me and changes it before I have time to nod.
The Batman moves at lightning speed, rescues damsels in distress, and dispenses justice in his way. Cheers and applause from his little fan.
After the episode is over, he offers me the remote control.
“It’s okay. I’ll watch your channel.”
See you, Corona.
