One day the greying blond-and-blue-eyed Director and Spokesperson of the Center for the Coordination of Health Alerts and Emergencies disappeared from the TV screens. He had tested positive for the coronavirus. People didn’t know whether to laugh at the irony of it or to conclude that he’s a smooth-talking tele- evangelist you’d better not pay too much attention to, much less trust.
On 2 May, the Government of Spain has given us back a small fraction of our pre-COVID19 freedom. We were let out of our homes for a few hours. It was the beginning of the desescalada. The beginning of something that we don’t know for sure what. But it’s something that feels precious because somehow it smacks of rebirth. In the middle of all the uncertainty, there was one thing unequivocal: a deep sense of gratitude. We wouldn’t be here now, out on our first true taste of sunshine and the soft breeze of spring, without the healthcare workers who have put their own lives on the line so we could live. Their heroism is breathtaking. We’ve lived by the rules so that we all could live even though some of us hadn’t been able to make it. And we grieve for them.
The State of Alarm is a response to the alarming health situation (COVID-19 pandemic) caused by the coronavirus. It was announced by Prime Minister Pedro Sanchez following a 66% increase in the number of confirmed cases of COVID-19 in just one day (13 March), from 3146 to 5232. Today, Spain is second only to Italy in terms of the number of COVID-19 victims.