On May, 20th we were supposed to fly to our beloved London, with the whole family. Planned for months, it was destined to be glorious.
But....
Lockdown everywhere. It's global. A tiny virus has the world on its grip.
My parents and my brother contracted the virus, and go through the several states of this mysterious beast. My brother has already recovered, my father is with fever in the hospital, and my mother is at home, suffering from back pains and fatigue and has lost the ability to taste food and drinks. They are in good hands, the hospital here has capacity and good doctors, and they also phone regularly my mother. She is strong, still cooks for herself, checks her temperature 3 times a day, and is in contact with us via WhatsApp.
I hope we will get through it. Verily.
Good luck to everybody!
Stay healthy, stay safe and at home! One thing is for sure: It will pass. One day.
The world won't be the same, but we will endure and survive.
