Looks like Corona: Virologist Hendrik Streeck and his thriller “The Institute”.

Hendrick Streeck became known as a virologist, soon moves into the Bundestag for the CDU-and now publishes the uncomfortably plausible virus thriller “The Institute”. Where does this career still lead?

Disasters have something surreal in literature, theater, cinema. In the novel “The Institute” there is a ghinal, shadowy figure between the ruins of a large laboratory, “like an ice sculpture that is calm and quiet in the middle of chaos”. A dead man, a hiss can be heard from his mouth every now and then. “Nitrogen. In the body? He is frozen. Completely.” One of the crying containers in the storage room of the laboratory has exploded, a nitrogen tank in which highly dangerous viruses are kept, rinsed by liquid nitrogen of minus 186 degrees Celsius. A person transformed into a sculpture: “Similar to the residents of Pompeii, who were once surprised by the ashes of the Vesuvian, died immediately during their activities in the pyroclastic streams and that posterity in the plaster casts of their decomposed corpses were preserved.”