The ambulance left, as fast as it came. A simple stretcher, covered with a blanket from which protruded a pair of feet. An old gentleman left, his life swallowed up, wiped out by the coronavirus, without a word, without a tribute, in the Italian district of Carroll Gardens, in Brooklyn. Without flashing lights, either. These are reserved for ambulances which transport the living, those in respiratory distress that an emergency intubation could still save. If they get to the hospital quickly enough.
New York stands out, like a boxer cashing in on the uppercuts, wavering but still standing. The mermaid round reminds us…
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