Be on time.
The letter was worded vaguely threatening, as if upon arriving I’d find myself in a small alley, hearing the words “Mr Boss is very unhappy” before losing consciousness.
But I had faith. Belgium had hired extra! people! to take care of tracing and tracking. A friend tested positive, so we all went into quarantine and arranged a testing date.
I had visions of arriving to a place, bright and disinfected, with broad corridors and open spaces. I’d be on time, go in, get tested, get out. Of course the exit would be a different way out, because it’s safer.
The reality looked more like a communist bread line in a capitalist fanboi’s wank dream. There we were, downtrodden of the earth, packed together in a really – and I mean really – small space. For the greater good. Someone coughed. Oh god, this is it, isn’t it?
Doorgaan met het lezen van “Big Day Out: I visited a Covid 19 test center so you don’t have to”