So far, in this national nightmare, Wisbech and
the Fens seem to have benefited from something that is a hindrance in normal
times. We are an insular and untrustworthy lot, and the outside world largely
leaves us to our own devices (and vice-versa). The result is that we are on the
lower end of the Covid-19 statistics, but I suggest that this is all about to
change.
I write this sitting in my comfortable home, albeit going stir-crazy with the
isolation from my family, but with access to television, radio and – for better
or for worse – the endless stream of misinformation, rumour and daft theories
carried by the internet. I can understand what I an hearing and seeing, even if
I do not believe all of it. What, though, would it be like if I were living in,
say, Sofia, with hardly a word of Bulgarian or Russian, and sharing a house
with ten other people? Would I have the first idea what is going on? How would
‘social distancing’ work?
Yesterday, a delightful young chap, let’s call him Dimitri, sent me a text. He
comes from Bratislava, and was a regular at my weekly English lessons at the
Rosmini Centre. He asked me if the class was running that evening. Two weeks
earlier, I had explained to the class, with the help of some Russian speakers,
that we would have to stop the lessons for the time being, for the sake of
everyone’s health. Now Dimitri, who is otherwise perfectly intelligent and
capable, clearly had no idea of what is going on, due entirely to the language
problem.
How many more Dimitris are out there, baffled by
what is going on, still meeting up with their mates, still shaking hands and
going about their normal business? I know the Rosmini Centre has done its best
to spread the word, with staff sitting on the their phones, hoping to explain –
in Lithuanian, Russian, Polish, Bulgarian or whatever – that these are serious
times.
Social media tells me that the town is still full of groups of immigrants,
happily socialising and carrying on as if nothing untoward were happening. Who
is taking responsibility for this? Are there any “community leaders” working to
get the message out, in whatever language is needed, that the sky is about to
fall in?
For years Wisbech landlords have crammed people into unsuitable accommodation while the £ signs whirr endlessly behind their eyelids, counting only the monthly rent receipts and not the cost in human misery. 'Chickens coming home to roost' is a bland expression. Chickens are silly, harmless creatures, but what is about to happen in Wisbech over the next couple of months is neither silly nor harmless. Pray to whichever God you believe in that I am wrong.
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