Plastic gloves and the Delta squad

This morning my son Nikolas wanted to wear his black T-shirt with a fluorescent skeleton printed on it. I couldn't persuade him to put on anything else. So he ended up running around all day dressed up as the Reaper. Of course, the irony escaped him. What does he know? He has just turned 4 and still has to come to terms with not being able to see his friends from kindergarten anymore.

Before lunch, I had to take my older son, Elliott, to the airport. He is 20 and came to visit. Saying goodbye, I was full of well-intended advice on how he should protect himself back in Berlin. He promised me he would do everything by the book. We hugged each other for a long time, before he disappeared into the airport. Almost everybody was wearing face masks while the Greek muzak from the speakers was as cheerful as ever. Driving home, I caught myself thinking about my last will for the...