When the news this morning announced that the ‘green pass’ was being instituted, I hurried to update my pass on the phone, and print out a copy to show in case my phone goes out. But my first stop, the arches shop in the sports center, didn’t demand a green pass. In fact, as I walked in, I discovered that no one was wearing a mask. It was only me.

Well, maybe when you’re exercising or eating it’s allowed, I thought, but when I get to civilization I’m sure I’ll be required to show the pass I managed to obtain with great difficulty. So I put it on the car seat as I went to enter the university.

But there were no rules there either, and no masks. Only at the museum, the only place we remembered that served coffee, did we find groups of soldiers, masked, and I almost breathed a sigh of relief, until I saw all the little children running around underfoot. No one asked me for anything all the way to the cafeteria, and we took our coffee out to the balcony.

By the time I got home, I realized that the whole ‘green pass’ business is just for the news, not for the street. And this means we have to STAY at home. Because if the streets aren’t being kept safe, we’re in danger.