My visual diary during the global Covid-19 pandemic, being in lockdown in Budapest, Hungary.
My stuff was already packed. I was just about to move to a new apartment in London. A few days before we were joking about people taking this whole thing too seriously. Now the Hungarian government is closing down the borders. I already had a plane ticket for the Easter Holiday but that might be too late. I was wondering if this is really happening. I think I still am. The first two weeks just melt into a long, sticky blob of time. I read online that I should set up a routine. So I did. The blob turned into limbo, and I was doing the exact same things every day not really knowing the date or the time but continuing anyway... Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop.