A sizable area that used to be cramped with goods in the tiny grocery store was empty. Either the owner is patient or I am the only one who has asked. She told me that someone in the community was infected with dengue virus.
No wonder the seats in the beauty salon and the desks at the office that I passed by were all wrapped in plastic. I wondered if I have missed the notice. On my way closer to home, I caught a glimpse of the empty racks in the organic store. I have no time to look back at how the convenient store was doing. The beddings shop and the restaurants right below us were closed for the night.
I recalled what the sprayers and foggers did to our classroom four years ago. It was a whole lot easier to clean up compared to a home. The house cleaning and the washing of utensils that came after would be any homemaker's nightmare. For sure, nobody would want to admit to be the dengue victim after having caused everyone all the hassles.
No one within a radius of 50 meters from the victim can be spared. It is enforced by fining uncooperative citizens and by opening locks in case one thinks he can get away with an alibi.
With this blog you know I am spared. And with this blog, a prayer
for complete elimination of the culprit.
