How did we get there ?
The question is on everyone’s lips. It has almost become existential for the Quebec nation.
Indeed, why is Quebec still shamefully at the top of the Canadian COVID ranking?
Latin blood, collective indiscipline, lack of preparation, everyone has their thesis.
Objectively, the debate will fuel scientific, epidemiological, political and sociological research for years to come.
And if it was also because Quebec finds itself facing COVID like a patient facing cancer, a husband after the death of his wife.
What if we too had to go through the five stages of grief?
Like the cicada, we sang all summer.
François Legault’s warning on August 25, in the face of collective relaxation, was greeted with a “Bof! Generalized. Crowded bars, karaoke, friends parties, denial won out.
Then we wanted to let the police go hunting for delinquents. The public humiliation sessions of Minister Christian Dubé against revelers from Laval and the hairdresser from Thetford Mines have become a perfect outlet.
We blamed the government, the confused message, the anti-masks, Dr Arruda.
Then it was the negotiating table. Green, yellow, orange areas to motivate. But the red came too suddenly.
Final offer: stay home 28 days, it will get better. A small sacrifice for a great reward.
Thanksgiving without reunion turned out to be very sad. We gave up on Halloween. There won’t be any return to normal on October 28.
The fall blues are real this year.
Ultimately, it is the confinement-deconfinement yo-yo that is unlivable.
One day we will give in. We will be willing to live with COVID for as long as it lasts. That day, it will be much better.