Apocalypse light

On March 14, 2020, the city's life is divided into the time before the shutdown and the time after the public life was largely shut down.

We are members of the risk group over 60. Visiting nursing homes is largely excluded. Before seniors living at home also generally go into quarantine, we are setting off and maybe taking a last look at what is happening out there.

The subway and suburban trains are still running, both are well-filled. It is difficult to keep a safe distance. Oops, I touched my face again. Is that guy opposite me sneezing? Does he know about the elbow cough? When and where can I wash my hands? Is there something scratching in my throat? Get out of the train station Treptower Park. There is a nice extensive area with water. The safe distance is guaranteed there.

Well, apparently several thousand people have had the same thought, so there is a big crowd at the riverside of the Spree and in the park around the Soviet memorial. The non-risk group of hedonistic city dwellers under 60 do what they always do here: stroll around with and without "foot beers", sit together, kiss, throw sticks for the dogs, and guide children on balance bikes through the crowd. All the food stands at the steamboat landing are open and selling lots of fries and (this joke for the last time ha ha ha) Corona.

A couple is checking their phone to see where they can still go in the evening. A comprehensive closure of all clubs with more than 50 guests has been announced for the next week, so something is still possible today.

Unfortunately, not anymore. While we enjoy life, the Senate apparently works non-stop due to the drama of the situation. The decision to close is brought forward immediately. And so in the evening, police officers go through the clubs to close them down.

Life is going to be tough.