I think it’s the 8th or 9th day of isolation. Today was particularly hard. Emotions hit you when you least expect and today was one of those days.
I am mostly numb, and I move automatically from one room to another, also my brain starts having some break from it all.
What day is it? Oh yes, it’s Sunday. It’s March and still the year 2020. I hoped it was all just a dream. Turns out that is not.
So, this is how people in jail must feel. How they can do that for years?
What shall I do today?
I went out in the park nearby for a walk. The police were giving instructions through their loudspeaker to keep distance from one another. At least 1.5 meters. It was not necessary- people respect the rules here. The rules are made to be respected. And it’s for the first time i am grateful for that. I feel like crying. So, I just cry. The sun is shining tough.
I make a mental list with all the things I want to do when this is over. I want to do a lot of things still. I want to take the Trans-Siberian in Russia and go all the way to Vladivostok. Maybe from there I’ll go to Japan by sea. Yes, this is a good plan.
Why I don’t have a dog? This year I’ll get a dog.
Also, this year I will have a course to become a nurse. This should be doable. Nurses help people. I want just that. Yes, I add it on my list.
I talk with two friends on the phone. They are optimistic and this does me good. This should last for an hour or so.
I pass by the supermarket to buy bananas and Cola, because Cola now is my new addiction. I waited in the line out until the shop cleared from the two people inside so another two could get in. They must have replenished their stocks, today all the shelves we’re full.
I arrived home and fell asleep a few hours on the couch. How much time has passed again? I don’t know, is this real? I check news just to make sure.
Turns out is not just a nightmare but it is all true.
What day is it?Peace ya’ all.