random story

I live in London. I love this place, but now it feels like prison to me. My colleagues holidays have been cancelled this morning and then I realised that most likely this year I wont travel anywhere abroad. And when I think of flying in these circumstances, I am not sure I would be capable of spending few hours with other passengers, mask on my face, sitting next to each other... This fucking corona virus is so unpredictable and more I think...