Chicago Home Diary - 3/29

Daily Count, 142356. Every day, the computer opens the page of the Johns Hopkins Coronavirus Center, watching the red numbers rise little by little.

I've come to enjoy those two hours in the morning. I got up at six o’clock to take a bath, then baked toast with avocado or fermented bean curd, made cereal with some fruit, and made a movie. I didn’t seem to be in quarantine, it seemed like a fairy life.

Today, I interviewed two classmates who were quarantined around Beijing for the purpose of writing a story. From the cancellation of seven or eight air tickets one after another, to the transfer of planes in several cities to return home, from the fear and anxiety along the way, to the careful life after being settled in the hotel... They sighed that the way home was long. But even at the moment of my interview, they still haven't returned to their home in Beijing in the hotel.

The complex emotions in their words can be heard. I don't want to cause trouble to the staff, but I feel really uncomfortable looking at the moldy rice with hair; I try to adapt and adjust my mood, but I'm afraid that if I say something, it will be hung on the Internet, and it will become a hot search accidentally.

No one really wants to criticize the policy. Sacrificing a small number of people for a large number of people is indeed inevitable, but it is definitely not worthy of praise. At least, can I send a greeting to that small group of people? some caring?

After the epidemic has passed, I think that at least the minds of international students will not remember that they are united and help each other. It must be all the memories of being ignored, abandoned and sacrificed.

But in addition, I actually received a call from the police station in my hometown just now, asking me if I plan to return to China in the near future. The roommate said that the sky net is really booming, hahahahahaha.