What if, having escaped Hitler, Gidon is killed by a microscopic bug?
Each panel felt a little like The Decameron, where we listened and told stories while the weight of the plague swung over us like a poorly-anchored chandelier.
“Love As The World Ends”
“If This Next Apocalypse Gets Canceled Or Postponed”
“Would you like to go for a dinner, let’s say in one or two months, if restaurant will be reopened by that time?” I imagine he would ask.