I admit, I have too much imagination. I can very well lose in daydreams me, and when I look at apocalyptic movies, I'm certainly always so intensively, I either hiding under the blanket, go to see the toilet – where my heart is racing, I might miss something crucial – to have to talk at the end about the film.

When I saw the movie the cloud, for example,, I then certainly during the day at night thinking about it and, what would I do, when this would occur. The scenarios were consistently get creative from the car and collect all my important people (at that time I still had a 7 seater), to Italy, Sicily, the choice would have been here, or to get on the plane to Canada.

And sometimes overtakes a reality, because Italy is not possible in the current situation and no pilots can take me anywhere. A strange feeling. Although I can go, I feel locked me.

The first day I was even just above 2 walk hours with child and dog, we went through the forest and the spring sun have felt. I have not enjoyed. The fresh air in the forest, the silence, or the observation of nature did not give me the satisfaction, as they always do it otherwise.

Today is Day 3 and I will again take a long walk. I'm curious, when I'll get used to this restricting freedom. At least I hope NEVER.