It’s eight in the morning. It feels so odd being the only passenger in the car. The silence is so loud that it hurts. I get off the train onto an empty platform. I’m still wearing my face mask; rules are rules. From my neck hangs the card that allows me to be outside in this ghost city. I do as I was told. I feel like the only survivor. Traffic, people, all are conspicuous by their absence. Out of sheer habit, I stop walking at the red light although there are no cars to be seen. Rules are rules.
Miguel Angel Calvo worked for an insurance company for nearly three decades. He is a retiree who dedicates part of his time to enjoy this hobby.