An organised crime


In times of Corona, the little things of the past have become the big desires of the present. I don’t dream of visiting the Great Wall of China, but of being able to sit in a caffè and drink a latte macchiato. The fact that I can drink the same latte macchiato at home doesn’t diminish the longing one bit. On the contrary, it makes it grow every day. I try to remember the last time I ate out and realise that it was last year. The desires become smaller but their fulfilment more difficult, or even almost hopeless.

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