COLUMBIA JOURNALISM REVIEW – 12/03/2020
Janna Brancolini
YESTERDAY MORNING I woke up, realized I was low on espresso, and went to the supermarket down the street to stock up. As I drank my coffee on the balcony of my apartment, in Milan, I listened to trams rumble by on the street below. In the park near my house, parents were riding bikes with their kids, dogs and their owners were out on walks, and old gentlemen were smiling as they strolled in the sun. Yet according to much of the international press, I’m one of sixty million people under excruciating quarantine in an attempt stop the spread of the coronavirus.