There are love stories that get under your skin. And then there are those that get under your skin, into your muscle tissue, and straight into the collective memory. This one clearly belongs to the second category.
In the beginning, there was faith. Not religious faith, no, scientific faith. People believed there might be side effects, "but that's the case with any substance." Sounds reasonable. Realistic. Almost human. But then came the next sentence: They knew the vaccine worked. They knew there were no dramatic side effects. They knew everything. And when you know everything, as we all know, you no longer need doubt. Doubt is only for people who don't attend press conferences.
What was particularly reassuring was the realization that we were "explicitly not the guinea pigs." After all, guinea pigs are always someone else. The ones who later appear in documentaries, while experts solemnly say, "Back then, they didn't know any better." But this time, they did know better. Absolutely certain. Scientifically certain.
And then came the great romance. "I love vaccines. I love vaccine inventors." This is no longer a medical statement; it's a declaration of love. Romeo had Juliet; modern societies have their pharmaceutical saviors. One almost expected someone to present a ring and whisper, "Till death do us part."
Of course, there was no societal pressure. No. Nobody was pressured. It just happened to be the "only way out." And teachers were supposed to get vaccinated. Not necessarily because they wanted to, but because it was their "duty." Duty is a nice word. It sounds voluntary, only without the possibility of saying no.
And then, years later, comes the surprising twist. From today's perspective, the vaccine "doesn't even deserve the name vaccine" because it didn't immunize anyone. That's roughly equivalent to discovering that an umbrella was never actually meant to protect against rain, but against hope.
But the greatest achievement isn't science. It's memory. The ability to simultaneously know everything and claim to have asserted nothing. To be simultaneously convinced and yet never truly convinced. To be simultaneously in love and yet never emotional.
In the end, only one thing remains: it was never a mistake. It was a love story. And as with any great love, you only realize afterward that you saw the warning signs. You just called them the vaccine…
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