After my nap, my mom asked me to accompany her to the grocery store to again find some alcohol, canned goods and frozen food to help us "survive" the lockdown.
We arrived at 5:00pm and the Security Guard stopped us at the door and asked for our Quarantine Pass.
We said, we didn't have any and we have no idea where to get it and how come they are asking for a quarantine pass. It's just a grocery not an an airport.
While talking to the guard, I remember the men who were distributing papers in our street early that morning. Perhaps it's the quarantine pass that the guard is talking about.
We went home and I grabbed the papers and started to read.
And yup, I was right...those papers are our "quarantine pass"
No...not "our"
It is the quarantine pass.
Only one per family is allowed to go out.
Written on the paper is the allowed time and the allowed days per week, of the person who is allowed to go out.
Seniors and kids are prohibited.
No doubt. My mom was the first to react.
Grocery shopping is her "therapy"
She quickly add that she don't look a "senior citizen"
Which is actually true.
Written on the back it says, a representative is allowed to go out every tuesday and thursday only between 9 am to 3pm only.
So, I have to squeeze all the things I needed to do in a week outside our home in 6 hours for 2 days.
Wow...felt like I am in a race or a challenge.
I felt like a prisoner too.
I quickly filled up the pass with my information
and kept it in my bag.
I know my mom would try to get it from me.
Reminding myself not to lose it
Or else, I wouldn't be able to go inside any establishment.
Yes... That was how it was like.
Suddenly... A quarantine pass became more precious than gold.
Even with gold, without the quarantine pass, I can't buy anything.
Who would have thought that a day would come when gold would lose its value over a piece of photocopied paper.
Even the richest wouldn't be able to shop for gifts without this magical pass.
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