Coronavirus has officially arrived in Madrid. As recently as last week, I watched news of the unfolding pandemic with shockingly limited perception. I listened when friends explained the long-lasting effects on the economy and the importance of social distancing. But the phenomenon still felt far away. I scheduled yoga classes. I visited museums, worried about my book edits and generally went on about my life. That’s crazy about everything happening in Italy, I would think when I browsed through Instagram. I agreed that the phenomenon certainly seemed serious. But, even as the streets in Madrid grew quieter, it seemed serious somewhere else. Somehow, the idea that the same measures would…