At the time that this article went to press, the number of individuals infected by COVID-19 has not diminished. Our streets are quiet, but inside each hospital the scene is reminiscent of a humanitarian crisis, with a shortage of supplies and medical professionals leaving the front line of this health crisis after coming down with the same illness as their patients. The air outdoors feels cleaner, as there are fewer vehicles on the city’s roads. Our streets are quiet enough that one does not hear any honking, cars with loud bass, or screeching tires. The silence is pierced by ambulance sirens, with a frequency that rivals that of airplanes that used to fly above our neighborhoods on any given day.