Anxiety. Hope. Exhaustion. Optimism. Pessimism. Numbness. These are emotions I feel. And many more. All at the same time. I try to understand people around me. I try to understand people who I think are my friends. I try to understand people who once I thought were my friends. But all the questions go back to one: what was a friendship in the past, is really a friendship today? Will it be a friendship in the future, too? The Past. In this context, “Past” means B.C. Before CO

It was March 4, 2020, when my almost empty flight from Copenhagen, Denmark landed in Budapest, Hungary. The pandemic already had been around us, and already had impacted my travel plans for the rest of March and April — but I had no idea the magnitude of its impact on our lives in the following months. I think, nobody had. March 4, 2020 was 300 days ago. Before that, I had had a life with frequent travel opportunities: mostly for work, but also to relax. In 2019, I traveled

I miss so many things these days. First and foremost, friends and family abroad. With these travel restrictions, I feel I am in a cage. A pleasant one, for sure, safe and sound, with family, and we have lots of joy together. It could be much worse, I know. I cannot complain… But still… I miss traveling. I miss eating out. I miss zillion other things. But today, I had a moment… A moment when I pretended everything was ok. When I could believe everything would be all right agai