On the bus this morning in Tel Aviv, nearly half the passengers and the
driver were wearing masks. The loudspeakers played a message stating there was
no place for coronavirus. Earlier at the train station, masks hid the faces of
foreign workers and the elderly, but also the faces of several soldiers and
businessmen. I rubbed my exposed chin, wondering if I should have worn my mask
after all.
Two years into the pandemic, we could be at the end of the pandemic, and
it’s strange. Leaving home without a mask, I felt like I had forgotten
something. I felt naked, unprotected. Yet, I also felt safe.
A few weeks ago, I tested positive for COVID-19, but it was an almost
symptom-free case. While many of my coworkers reported fevers and that they
could barely get out of bed, I experienced nothing more than one evening of
chills. My wife also had a mild case, and luckily my children had just a day of
discomfort. My granddaughters also tested positive and except for my son-in-law,
every member of my immediate family has had coronavirus.
Maybe it was the two vaccinations and the two boosters that protected me. I
had two bouts of persistent coughs over the past year that were more serious.
Like most Israelis, I tested positive for the virus, but it wasn’t entirely a
negative experience.
I remember back to the early days of the pandemic. We monitored reports of
when people with coronavirus visited a supermarket, or traveled on a bus,
fearing that we had been exposed. We wore masks everywhere, even outside. We
were not allowed to go more than 100 meters from our homes. Police stopped my
car on a traffic-free highway during a closure, and only let me continue
driving when they learned I was on my way to a pharmacy.
Everything became part of our norm. Working from home; watching Netflix;
ordering groceries and other products online; office meetings, family
gatherings, and even Passover seders on Zoom. Washing our hands for at least 20
seconds and staying 2 meters apart. What about our children missing so much
school and social interaction? Israel, along with the rest of the world, shut
down. No air travel, no tourists, no restaurants or hotels. No normal life.
But, little by little, we began to reclaim our lives. Until the next variant
arrived.
For the time being, we are mask-free. There are still reports of Israelis
testing positive every day, but the number of serious and hospitalized cases
remains manageable. Things are looking up and my wife and I are planning a trip
overseas. We are very positive, and that's a good thing. Our biggest worry
today is how crowded the airport will be when we leave for our vacation.
Masks are off and it's wonderful to see people's faces again, and their
smiles.
Originally posted on The Times of Israel.
