All photos were shot on iPhone 7 Plus instead of the usual Fujifilm X100F.
I stood in a slight bow with my makeshift mask covering my nose and mouth as a man dressed in a hazmat suit pointed a purple-looking gun at my forehead.
He hit it twice and thankfully my current body temperature turned out to be normal.
So, on my flight from Madrid to New York, a lot of precautions had to be made. I constantly wiped down everything from screens and to my phone. I constantly washed my hands, too. It felt like I had some major OCD.
And I avoided people. If they dropped something, I felt so unkind and so not Christian for not picking it up for them. I didn’t want to contract anything and at the same time I didn’t want to give them anything that may have incubated in my body.
Once we landed in New York – JFK Airport to be exact – and had our temperature taken, it was smooth sailing from there. Customs usually would be packed with travelers, but once I walked there, it was like a ghost town. No wait or any trouble with the security.
My dad greeted me with a mask and latex gloves. He offered me some gloves and we ended up driving in separate cars before I ended up being quarantined in the basement with my cat.
All in all, just traveling back made me super paranoid and I’m praying and hoping that there will be no symptoms of you-know-what.
In the meantime, at least, I can go outside and enjoy the breeze.