This is not a virus! It is an Allium Mont Blanc, past flower, photographed by me as it reminded me of a virus.

      Virus which never stops causing controversy, and in particular in the multiple comments of those who, not picking them up (the rest will clarify you), bring back their strawberries, with almost totally stupid comments.

      Imagine that the other day, on the Sud-Ouest site, I discovered an article reporting the emergence of a cluster (which, between us, is undoubtedly more exotic or scientific than a viral outbreak) in the department of Dordogne where the burial of an individual from the Portuguese community of strawberry pickers in the region would have been at the origin, according to the local prefect, who protested at this “… illustration of what  we do not wish...", de facto accusing the family of having violated the rules laid down by confinement, namely a limited number of participants, in addition to the deceased and his undertakers, by welcoming a disparate and substantial sibling group.

      The comments, from all the masked avengers, embittered, bilious, hypochondriacs and alarmists, as quick to react as the prefect, were numerous following the article, each one going with their jeremiad about these foreigners who not only come to usurp the work of all these good French people, they who, however, are reluctant to do it, but moreover contaminate by their casualness our confined compatriots, adding judicious but inapplicable solutions developed after drinking, criticizing the crass incapacity of our leaders or suggesting the weaving of a conspiracy.

      I rarely react, knowing the lack of interest that ensues. I did it though. Hesitating to recall that we live in Europe and that our retirees will pollute the Portuguese regions just as much as the courageous strawberry pickers, the french strawberries, thus establishing a flow of exchange beneficial to all, I limited myself to saying that the prefect had spoken rather quickly, remembering that in all things correlation does not equal causation.

      They answered me. How! Was one offended, but if the virus does not take the train... the importation still takes place... selfish behavior... deficient IQ... health costs which should not have been...

      In short, we, the accused and myself, were nothing but infamous troublemakers whose unconsciousness was matched only by their stupidity.

      I was careful not to respond to all these specimens of homo timoratus, so paralyzed by fear that they wonder if it is not better to remain confined under the duvet rather than return to work among all the Covid patients. The hilarious thing (if we can use this term for a funeral, although we often laugh) is that I have just read, still in Sud-Ouest, that the son of the deceased is protesting at the bad trial that This is done to him and his family, stigmatizing them, because the rules laid down were scrupulously respected during his father's burial.

      No doubt the funeral directors, or their organizers, will be able to testify to this.

      In tests carried out on more than a hundred people, the results this evening royally showed nine contaminations, most of them asymptomatic or barely symptomatic, including the dead man's wife and son immediately reconfined.

      Much ado about nothing, as Shakespeare would have said, and as usual in the end. If my photo was not that of a virus, in many cases the behavior becomes one.