Disquiet.

I lived and worked in Israel for eight years, I was a soundman and very rarely a camera man working mainly in telivision news. In late 2000 the second intifada started, and not so long after that regular suicide bombings in Jerusalem. Also in other parts of the country. I spent a lot of time as one scottish friend said, “ambulance chasing” and unfortunately some of the time we arrived the tv crews before anyone else. It was chaos, and fear reigned in the streets of Jerusalem. With out any bidding from the authorities, every night Jerusalem would go into a self imposed lock down. I covered a lot of these bombing, and found ways to cope with the day. None of them very healthy. I also found all sorts of ways to travel around Jerusalem, I had keys to a building that had a carpark connected to another two buildings.  I could stay underground and avoid the madness, I worked out back street routes that avoided people. With time I became very good at surving something that was visible and could be seen if you were switched on. But here now, I, we are at a disadvantage. I certainly cant see or feel the virus I cannot tell who has it who has had it or even if I have or have not. That makes me uncomfortable, I dont much like the odds in a situation I cannot find some control in. Having said that, I do realise that having a routine, that keeps you busy and fills the day is a control of sorts, and mostly it does soften greatly my disquiet.