Regret mounts with each interaction between me and a ground staff member at Changi Airport, today in Singapore 19th March 2020. The world is caught in the iron grip of a new virtual reality called the Corona pandemic. I’ve seen a bit. Did my travels. Survived the usual. Detested some. Loved many. I am fifty one. My whole life I’ve been aware of how lucky I am to be born a Dutch citizen. Until today. I dread returning to what I call my home country. It’s where the prime minister believes the Corona virus will gladly comply with the arrogant Dutch attitude of self contentment. I don’t like panic. For sure it doesn’t suit my Dutch genes. But there’s something called doing the right thing. And The Netherlands ain’t doing it.