There Is No Evil Worse Than Us, by Victoria Llisto
When I was little, my mother came to pick me up from school early. I didn’t understand anything. She just took me home, bought many supplies and locked herself and me at home for almost 7 months. My grandfather died from the virus that kept us at home. I loved him very much. But I kept thinking about something I understood years later. Why did we give so much importance to a virus that only killed 2% of society? Was it because the public health was at the limit? But global warming also affected everyone, consumerism, plastic, oil, the extinction of animals... I understood that later: they would not give up their freedom and wealth to avoid it, instead the virus was imminent and they did not understand the economy.