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dolorosa_12) wrote2021-12-19 04:48 pm
dolorosa_12) wrote2021-12-19 04:48 pm
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This migrant life, pandemic Christmas edition
It's been a tense few days. Matthias and I, with the foolish optimism of the pre-Omicron world, had intended to go to Germany and spend Christmas there with his family. We were meant to be travelling there on Tuesday 21st, using (due to having vouchers for lockdown-cancelled journeys bought in February 2020 that had to be spent by the end of 2021) the Eurostar via Brussels and then various Deutsche Bahn trains. This of course meant that we would have to take into account not only UK and German rules for pandemic travel, but also whatever rules applied in Belgium. When we booked the tickets, it was in a period of restrictions being lifted, and the only requirement was that we showed proof of vaccination status.
Over the past week, we watched as an increasing number of PCR tests were imposed as a requirement at various points throughout the journey, home quarantine upon returning to the UK was introduced, COVID cases in the UK skyrocketed, and one by one various western European countries slammed the door on entries from the UK. I was feeling an increasing sense of panic that even if the rules remained such that we would be permitted to travel, we might end up stuck there due to testing negative in the UK, picking up COVID at some point throughout the journey, and then testing positive while we were there. Finally, at 11pm last night, the German government put us out of our misery — a fortnight-long quarantine for all travellers from the UK made our intended week-long trip impossible. It's disappointing for all concerned, and Matthias's family are pretty sad not to see us for a second year running (although at least the brief window of relative safety during the northern summer meant that we've seen them in the past three months — whereas I haven't seen my Australian family for more than three years), but it's something of a relief to have the decision taken out of our hands.
In the past week, a friend in London — whose girlfriend is American — tested positive, two days before he was due to get his booster shot, scuppering their long-planned trip to visit the girlfriend's family in the US. And another friend is going to have to spend the next ten days isolating with her teenage daughter in the shared spare bedroom they're staying in at her stepmother's place — the daughter had a negative lateral flow test before joining the rest of the family for Christmas celebrations, but tested positive one day after arriving. None of these people were having irresponsibly raging social lives — they caught COVID on account of (in the first instance) living in London and doing a job which requires face-to-face working and travel on public transport and (in the second instance) being a teenager in a country which decided all students needed to be taught face-to-face in school with no mask mandate. Most of the other people I know who currently have COVID are healthcare workers.
I'm seeing a current trend in certain corners of social media to view a positive COVID test as a kind of individual personal moral failure, and it makes me want to beat my head against the wall, since the biggest risk factors at the moment seem to be a) being a frontline NHS worker or b) living in London. Meanwhile, an Australian guy on Twitter posed the (in my opinion very sensible) question as to why lateral flow/rapid antigen self-tests aren't made freely available in Australia (as they are in the UK, where they can be picked up in bulk from most pharmacies, at no cost), and the replies were full of other Australians catastrophising that self-adminstered tests would lead to faked results. My days of avoiding engaging about the pandemic with Australians who aren't a) my family, b) immigrants to other countries or c) family members of immigrants are certainly coming to a middle. Every time I catch a glimpse of this sort of thing, I just end up enraged and despairing.
In general, although I'm very fearful about the current trajectory of the pandemic and worried about my friends living in London, two weeks of somewhat enforced holiday at home isn't the worst possible thing that could happen. I'll cook a lot of slow, soothing food, we'll watch our backlog of TV series and go for walks in the misty fens, I'll read my way through Yuletide when it opens, and everything will be restful and calm. The darkness gathers outside, but we'll light candles inside.
Over the past week, we watched as an increasing number of PCR tests were imposed as a requirement at various points throughout the journey, home quarantine upon returning to the UK was introduced, COVID cases in the UK skyrocketed, and one by one various western European countries slammed the door on entries from the UK. I was feeling an increasing sense of panic that even if the rules remained such that we would be permitted to travel, we might end up stuck there due to testing negative in the UK, picking up COVID at some point throughout the journey, and then testing positive while we were there. Finally, at 11pm last night, the German government put us out of our misery — a fortnight-long quarantine for all travellers from the UK made our intended week-long trip impossible. It's disappointing for all concerned, and Matthias's family are pretty sad not to see us for a second year running (although at least the brief window of relative safety during the northern summer meant that we've seen them in the past three months — whereas I haven't seen my Australian family for more than three years), but it's something of a relief to have the decision taken out of our hands.
In the past week, a friend in London — whose girlfriend is American — tested positive, two days before he was due to get his booster shot, scuppering their long-planned trip to visit the girlfriend's family in the US. And another friend is going to have to spend the next ten days isolating with her teenage daughter in the shared spare bedroom they're staying in at her stepmother's place — the daughter had a negative lateral flow test before joining the rest of the family for Christmas celebrations, but tested positive one day after arriving. None of these people were having irresponsibly raging social lives — they caught COVID on account of (in the first instance) living in London and doing a job which requires face-to-face working and travel on public transport and (in the second instance) being a teenager in a country which decided all students needed to be taught face-to-face in school with no mask mandate. Most of the other people I know who currently have COVID are healthcare workers.
I'm seeing a current trend in certain corners of social media to view a positive COVID test as a kind of individual personal moral failure, and it makes me want to beat my head against the wall, since the biggest risk factors at the moment seem to be a) being a frontline NHS worker or b) living in London. Meanwhile, an Australian guy on Twitter posed the (in my opinion very sensible) question as to why lateral flow/rapid antigen self-tests aren't made freely available in Australia (as they are in the UK, where they can be picked up in bulk from most pharmacies, at no cost), and the replies were full of other Australians catastrophising that self-adminstered tests would lead to faked results. My days of avoiding engaging about the pandemic with Australians who aren't a) my family, b) immigrants to other countries or c) family members of immigrants are certainly coming to a middle. Every time I catch a glimpse of this sort of thing, I just end up enraged and despairing.
In general, although I'm very fearful about the current trajectory of the pandemic and worried about my friends living in London, two weeks of somewhat enforced holiday at home isn't the worst possible thing that could happen. I'll cook a lot of slow, soothing food, we'll watch our backlog of TV series and go for walks in the misty fens, I'll read my way through Yuletide when it opens, and everything will be restful and calm. The darkness gathers outside, but we'll light candles inside.
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You're very right about certain people regarding COVID-positive diagnoses as personal failings. It doesn't seem to be as much of a thing where I am, in a big urban area, but my own (rural) parents absolutely say things like that.
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People who talk about catching COVID as a sign of moral irresponsibility drive me up that wall — at the moment, the biggest risk factors seem to be living in a big city, or working in the healthcare sector. I'm sorry your parents hold that view.