It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing.

"I just hope that when I pop down to the corner store in a few minutes for a gallon of drinking water, the friendly folks with the red armbands and temperature scanners at the building gate don’t get a reading higher than 37.3 degrees Celsius from my wrist. If that’s the case, I’ll be questioned (in Chinese), detained and taken to a designated state hospital for testing, observation and God knows what else. Such is life in the Orient. Embrace the mystery."