Although the pandemic is considered over, it is way too soon to start breathing sighs of relief all over other passengers on planes, writes Charlotte Bauer.
My WhatsApp pings with a photo from a friend on the morning he’s booked to fly to Berlin. The photo is of a positive Covid test. ‘I’ve got Covid,’ the accompanying message reads, quite unnecessarily: we all know what the double pink lines in the little white window mean.
I reply with the jaw-drop emoji and add a row of crying faces for good measure. I don’t ask my friend if he feels ill – that’s beside the point. My ag shame is for the fact that he’ll have to cancel his trip. He types back, ‘Nah, still going. Just a sniffle.’