Ben Schott

Unreal, uncertain and mostly silent: life in the centre of New York’s coronavirus storm

A deserted Brooklyn Bridge this week (Getty Images)

‘How are you bearing up?’ ‘Is everyone terrified?’ ‘What’s the mood?’ These are the questions concerned family and friends are kindly asking about New York City which, according to my armchair epidemiology, is about ten days behind Italy and ten days ahead of Britain. It would be reckless to describe things as calm, not with a New Yorker dying every seven (?!) minutes, and refrigerated trucks parked ominously outside hospitals.

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