The coronavirus pandemic didn't just infect lungs. It exposed systems, broke illusions, and pulled entire societies inside out. While the world talked numbers-of cases, of deaths-behind every digit was a story. Behind every mask was a face. Behind every face, a quiet war. This book walks through those war zones. Some are from India: the child pulling her injured father on a bicycle; the Muslim man giving a Hindu stranger his final rites; the leader denying masks while the poor dug graves.
Others hail from Germany, Bhutan, Vietnam, Pakistan, the UK, the U. S.-each one shaped by culture but bound by a common enemy. These are not perfect stories. But they are true. Read slowly. Let them settle. This book is a memorial.
The coronavirus pandemic didn't just infect lungs. It exposed systems, broke illusions, and pulled entire societies inside out. While the world talked numbers-of cases, of deaths-behind every digit was a story. Behind every mask was a face. Behind every face, a quiet war. This book walks through those war zones. Some are from India: the child pulling her injured father on a bicycle; the Muslim man giving a Hindu stranger his final rites; the leader denying masks while the poor dug graves.
Others hail from Germany, Bhutan, Vietnam, Pakistan, the UK, the U. S.-each one shaped by culture but bound by a common enemy. These are not perfect stories. But they are true. Read slowly. Let them settle. This book is a memorial.