Waiting for the arrival of the enemy
The British Prime Minister was on the news again, addressing the nation about the situation (presumably in an attempt to divert attention from his own double-dealing and corruption).
It is twenty-one months since the situation began. Sitting in school with no more than a handful of students, there seemed an air of unreality. The sun was shining, the spring had come, everything was in bloom, what shadow could there be?
At the time, I remember looking for Jean Paul Sartre’s novel Iron in the Soul. A piece of existentialist …