For close to a week now, we’ve been walking the two girls at the small park downstairs. As soon as we wake up, we prepare a simple breakfast of often bread and whatever spread we have in the ref, but never butter, or when hunger has not yet seeped in, we take the girls down for a short walk, maybe 15 or twenty minutes until both of them have peed and pooped. It’s often the only time we go out, always wearing face masks, and careful not to touch the handles of the doors that lead to a small street, which, across from it, is the park in question.
This is life under Covid-19 lockdown.
Going against the current 