I’ve never been too conscious about bacteria and virus.
Covid made me a little more educated, as it happened most of us.
Though living in another culture, where rarely you come across with someone with mask since already long time, I had become even less conscious, compared to how things needed to be in my family.
This month, I frequented for a period of time in a place full of dust - from an old building, what brought in from “people”.
Going there, I become more and more conscious in the metro, how many people are wiping their nose, how many sneeze I hear.
During the day I could even “feel” the dusts, flying around in the air.
First time in my life I washed my hands every hour just because I felt like.
As I am no longer to frequent that place from tomorrow on, back in my small place, with the dust that I’m accustomed.
I managed to be at home when my son arrived from the daycare.
In front of the sink, I take his hand one by one and washes it.
So far he does not know that he is “washing” them, but happy to play with the water falling onto his hands.
It’s only this time around the day where I notice about his tiny fluffy hands.
I never really was a big fun of hand washing, but somehow I have changed.