I stand in line at my local supermarket. On the floor, there are red plastic stripes with the words “Keep Distance”. At the back of the queue, I hear a cough. It creates an avalanche of glances and hurried steps away from the man, who looks around apologetically. I look at the hand sanitiser, which is in front of the clerk. A transparent plastic plate separates the clerk from us. I think of my father with a bad heart whom I haven’t seen since the coronavirus broke out. I want to get out of here soon. Into a new world made up of people as potential sources of infection. A dystopian reality, for which no one knows the expiration date yet.