Covid, Campania is on the brink. “Hell in seven days” – Chronicle

“Uagliù is a situation if it gets serious, the Swiss also upset us.” A young man, not even twenty years old, looks up from his smartphone where he has just read the news that Switzerland has requested the quarantine for those arriving from Campania. His eyes are lost in the void, fixed on the entrance of the Frullone di Napoli hospital, as if he no longer thinks of anything. He doesn’t even smile at her joke, he pulls down the hood of his sweatshirt, shaken by a chill. It seems that nothing matters to him anymore. “I’ve been here since three, now it’s a quarter to nine, almost six hours waiting for a tampon. I have the number 79, absurd.”

It is the portrait of Neapolitan caporetto where do i start to cum places also for seriously ill. At the moment the ‘sold out’ is in the wards and in sub-intensive therapies, that type of limbo where the condemned of Covid-19 end up who have not yet finished in the round of intubated resuscitation. To the Whisk, like al Cotugno (where it is already exhausted) or in the Zooprophylactic the wait to make a tampon is never less than 3 hours. At six o’clock in the afternoon, in front of the barriers, three hundred people huddle together, while the security guards ask for distance and ask to avoid crowds. They use the megaphone, they no longer have a voice in their bodies. “We are on the ropes, in less than a week all hell broke loose,” says a disconsolate watchman.

On the lane, it is no better. But when you try to get information or a comment about the situation they reject you, a rubber wall. A kind doctor gives us the sign of the sewn mouth. “No, we were wearing the mask,” we respond to his mimicry, pretending not to understand. “What a mask of Egypt – the white medicine cabinet answers – here they put a gag on it. We can’t talk to the press, you journalists are worse than Covid.” Order of By Luca. There are no interviews with doctors and medical directors, there is no entrance to the room, for now the flamethrower has thrown fire on the journalists. Despite the bite in the press, the impression arises that, having finished on the front pages of half the world as an example of excellence and received the applause even of Naomi Campbell, the health of Campania is dealing with “the winter of our discontent” . the meandering nightmare even among the Neapolitan populace, hitherto arrogant and shameless, but now sweating cold with fear.

It is the numbers that worry. In 665 beds for ‘ordinary’ Covid hospitalizations550 have already taken care of them.With the rate of contagion these days, the weekend will have to invade the Intensive Therapies that other 55 free spots (Another 53 are busy). And so? “Let’s face it – explains the manager of a private laboratory – De Luca made it rain. For a month it was clear that Campania’s health system was under stress, infections were growing, and more swabs needed to be done. But he did nothing, he stayed in defense, caught up in electoral propaganda. Now that the bomb in his hand has exploded it has opened up to private laboratories (25 affiliates, ed) and will be able to clean ten to fifteen thousand a day. But it might be too late. “

L ‘regional crisis unitmeanwhile, it is called “non-stop”. Countermeasures are sought, bars, lounges and wineries close at 11 at night, in an attempt to curb the nightlife in the ‘baretti’ area, a harsh response is given to restaurateurs who ask for more flexibility. We look at the balance of the weekend with bated breath. “We will certainly overcome the 800 contagion – informs a member of the Crisis Unit who prefers anonymity – at this point the curfew will be inevitable. Everything closes at 8 p.m., maybe even 6 p.m. To go to the cinema, the theater and the gym, we will talk about it after Christmas ”.