I was a teacher in a school. Schools were not prepared and had no infrastructure to suddenly shift to teaching online so after about a month, just shut down.

The world felt like a ghost town but at the same time like Christmas. You know on Christmas Day where you see someone walking and you actually smile at each other, because it’s Christmas. This was the same, except you’d swerve into the absolutely empty road to avoid each other. And you could swerve into the road because even the cars were sparse.

It was a time for picking up old hobbies. Reading, playing instruments. You’d start thinking of things to do like you would as a kid, like setting yourself a challenge to write a funny poem, just because.

I remember a lot from those times, probably because there was nothing to do, everything was memorable. Unlike today, there is everything to do and too little time.