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If you're going to spend 30 days at home by yourself or with the kids, you're going to need some quality supplies.

Working from home (herein: WFH) can seem like a dream: Unlimited access to the fridge. No annoying “how was your weekend” back-and-forths when all you want is to use the communal coffee maker. And of course, pants-optional dress code. But when you’ve been told to work from home –– as many of us have been in efforts to lessen the spread of the coronavirus –– that can be stressful. After all, you had no time to prepare.

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?” Manuel VenianiMilan, Italy Long before the novel coronavirus known as COVID-19 was taking up TV time and Italy — the entire country — was quarantined, Veniani, a 40-year-old mastering engineer, knew something was wrong. It started for me in October. Not like they said. First I was feeling weak all day. I’m pretty active, so I noticed.

You think memes are obnoxious now? You should have been around in 1874. Here’s how it worked: You walked into a bar in New York or Philadelphia (memes didn’t spread globally back then). Some wag would ask, “Have you seen Tom Collins?” and you, unfamiliar with anyone by that name, would say no. You would then be told to watch your back, because this Collins had been talking trash about you.

“The difference between cops and pigs,” intoned John Macias, singer of a hardcore punk band called Circle One. “Is that cops do a job. But pigs think they’re gods.” In conversation, it ended with a laugh; in concert, he and the band would then rip into a song called “Highway Patrolman” that featured at least half a dozen ways “pigs” might meet their end. Agitprop? Sure.

There’s a party on in Shiv Vihar. The pink and whitetent is lined with chairs, and food is served out ofgiant woks. A DJ is setting up his sound system. “He’s had a son, this is the function to name him,” an elderly woman tells us, pointing at a man standing in front of us. Although not keen to talk to us, the man introduces himself as Sandeep. “The riots never made it to our lane,” he says. “We made sure of it.

“Where you from?” I stood way too close to him. And probably asked too loud. I am from New York, and it was just my way. “Orange.” He was quiet, contemplative. Rabbinical, with the long beard to match. “New Jersey?” Most New Yorkers don’t consider Jersey New York, but standing like we were in California, well, it was much closer than California and I was excited. “No. Orange, California.