Opinion: We're stranded in Shanghai with 25 pounds of mangoes and some extremely accommodating neighbors.

The harsh lockdown in Shanghai's first hurdle was surprisingly simple to overcome. A neighbor assisted us in reaching out to the community manager, who works with official authorities to keep track of the ever-changing rules and regulations that each community must adhere to.

Opinion: We're stranded in Shanghai with 25 pounds of mangoes and some extremely accommodating neighbors.

"While you monitor the WeChat groups, I'll examine the apps, OK?"

"Deal."
Amid the world's harshest lockdown, division of labor is critical. From a great vantage point in a high-rise building in Shanghai's Pudong neighborhood, we are modern hunter-gatherers.

Initially, we would spend half of our days obtaining food and beverages. It's now closer to two hours per day. We consume whatever we can get our hands-on, but we're not in danger of running out of necessities like water, soap, and food.

We're not sure if this is related to our childhood in Brazil during hyperinflation in the early 1990s, or if it's just our imaginations playing tricks on us. But let us return to reality. There are mangoes to last us a few months -- 25 pounds of the fruit, to be precise.

As part of its uncompromising zero-Covid approach, China is experiencing its first big epidemic of Covid-19 in two years, necessitating a government-mandated lockdown of various cities. Shanghai, China's financial metropolis with a population of 25 million people, has been our adopted home for the past six years and is where we expect to stay for the next 40.

A year ago, daily life was in a good place. With two exceptions, life returned to normal: we were required to wear masks on public transit and in some government buildings, and any word of a single Covid-19 case in the city circulated like wildfire.

Everyone was informed that if someone in their neighborhood tested positive for Covid-19, they would be subjected to a targeted lockdown. It would last 14 days where the case was discovered and two days where the person had passed through (as long as everybody tested negative for two consecutive days).

Even though monthly instances were in the single digits, we never encountered anyone who had been detained. That began to change early this year, as cases began to pile up and facilities were forced to close more frequently.

When incidents began to rise in Shanghai in mid-February, people would ask themselves, "Does the venue have toilets?" before going anywhere. (When people were held up at a department shop, they were given buckets because there were no restrooms on the premises)? Is there a lot of open space?

"Had there been any confirmed instances in the area?" People would strive to avoid the possibility of a lockdown at all costs while yet being prepared for the worst.

That meant bringing a backpack to work with toiletries, a change of clothes, and other essentials in case of a lockdown.
Our eleventh-grader son's school informed us on March 10 that they were converting to virtual learning due to an increase in incidents. Rodrigo's mater, New York University Shanghai, followed suit shortly after.

We were still able to go out, and everything was still open. However, we decided to avoid crowds and even public transit, so no more basketball, tennis, or happy hours for us. Our three-bedroom apartment has plenty of space, and the city was still a vibrant organism. Many people, particularly migratory workers, are not that fortunate.

We decided to self-isolate after a day or two of this. We didn't want to end up in centralized quarantine or lockdown in a retail store or restaurant. We suspected a total shutdown was on the way.

Until both Spain and Brazil, we've been there before, watching instances climb while officials postpone the inevitable in 2020. What we didn't realize was that the Shanghaiese version would include halting deliveries as well as the closure of supermarkets and grocery outlets.

We awoke on March 24 to find our building's WeChat group buzzing with news that one of our residents had tested positive for Covid-19. For at least 15 days, the entire 18-building property would be sealed off from the outside world.

The building where the person lived would be shut down, and inhabitants would not be allowed to leave unless it was for medical reasons.

Because occupants of other buildings were still permitted to use the compound's common areas, several of our neighbors set up tents and a picnic table on the central lawn, where people congregated to trade food and laugh, with children running around. Nobody could go outdoors, but living in our neighborhood wasn't too horrible.

The worst wasn't over yet. Shanghai implemented a staggered lockdown on March 27. Our neighborhood, Pudong, on the east bank of the river, was the first to be shut down. Then five days later, Puxi in the west. Families swarmed into supermarkets and grocery stores in Puxi, leaving almost nothing behind.

We didn't have the opportunity to buy in quantity. Our neighbors didn't know either. The stringency of the lockdown caught us unprepared, with no time to stock up. We switched to survival mode.

It helps that we both grew up during Latin America's hyperinflationary period. Overnight, our thoughts turned to the early-1990s lessons learned from Brazil. It was common practice at the time to spend one's monthly salary as rapidly as possible. Every month, there was no point in holding onto cash because prices may climb by 10% or more. Do you have some cash on you? Spend it all before it becomes worthless.

As a result, stocking up on food became a regular family outing, to spend while guaranteeing that the food would last until the next paycheck. Families learned how to store food in bulk and how to use the same ingredient in numerous ways.

Then, as now, there was no point in wallowing about our predicament. Our mantra was "do what you must and control what you can."

The harsh lockdown in Shanghai's first hurdle was surprisingly simple to overcome. A neighbor assisted us in reaching out to the community manager, who works with official authorities to keep track of the ever-changing rules and regulations that each community must adhere to.

We were granted a special exemption to visit a local clinic for continued-use medications. We have a bike, which is important when people are worried about spreading community in enclosed situations such as vehicles or buses, and we are regarded as responsible neighbors.

However, food and beverages turned out to be a much more significant obstacle. A few small restaurants delivered, but usually just one or two dishes. One of us would spend countless hours ordering anything that became available and looked edible.
There was no news about food packages from the government; we have received two, more than a week apart, and while welcome, they would not cover all our needs.
We turned to the compound's group chat for support. The community came together to coordinate bulk purchases directly from producers. For each category, there was a group chat: fruits, vegetables, rice, eggs, milk, and so on. Without Google translate and a helpful neighbor who speaks perfect English, it would have been much harder to navigate it.
Sometimes, purchases would come through. Other times, not. Minimum order thresholds varied widely. We placed an order for mangoes and strawberries. They arrived. Beautiful and tasty fruit, but what do you do with 25 pounds of mangoes, 6 pounds of strawberries, and 10 pounds of rice for three people?
There has been one silver lining in all of the fear and frustration. The people of the neighborhood banded together. We loaned kitchen knives and contributed salt, and a neighbor dropped 10 Golden Delicious apples from her 35-pound buy.
We all pitched in to help a few families who needed necessities. Finally, there's some dependability.
We made contact with one of the few delivery people allowed to travel throughout Pudong, first through a Chinese app and then directly. We give him a good tip to buy whatever is available in the area.
We don't mind if the choices are referee limited. Much worse has happened to us in Brazil.
We were awakened one morning by a loud banging on our door. We were terrified because it meant one of us would be taken to a quarantine facility. People in hazardous suits open the door.]
A beat was skipped in our hearts. Fortunately, they were on hand to provide quick antigen tests.
Although things are gradually improving, the lockdown appears to have no end in sight. When no one in the community tests positive for 15 days, the community is clear. We expect it to be a few weeks before we can walk around freely again, as the instances have not yet peaked.
Is it the year 1991, 2020, or 2022? To be honest, we have our doubts. It doesn't matter, though. Our hearts break for the migrant workers and their families who are going through so much. We're safe, have enough food, and a well-stocked library. We have lots of room in a high-end property that has everything we need but not all we want.

There are numerous methods for reliving one's childhood. Who'd have guessed this one? There will come a time when you can grumble, but for now, "do what you have to do and control what you can."