Seeking a Place under the Sun

Exactly a year ago, the world stopped being the same. The past and the present were divided into BEFORE and AFTER Covid. I remember that day, I was at the university when in the middle of the lecture I received a message about the closure of the US borders with Europe from March 15th. I spent several hours on the phone trying to change my ticket and fly out as soon as possible. I missed the last flight that could take me before the Us borders' closure. Then, during lunch, classmates informed me that the lectures had been canceled and we were all asked to leave the campus. We sat at home and went out only for a walk in the surrounding areas. I haven't seen such a crowd for a long time. All the parking lots close to the walking trails were overcrowded, in the mountains-forests, there were more people than plants. Everyone bypassed holding the social distance. But the government and horror stories about Covid could not lock the people down at home.

  Another meeting with friends over a cup of tea, board games, and hiking in the neighborhood in April 2020 during the quarantine in Norway.  This time I went to spend some time with my beloved friend who lives on Renessøy. It is an island of tomatoes in greenhouses all over the place, sheep all over the fields. It's a tiny island filled with the smell of manure, salty wind, and amazing weather you can imagine in April on the south-western coast. Love this place. Love my friends.