the son is up and reasdy to go , it is suturday, it is eight in the morning.
Put on a coat and leave the house with him, walk down the deserted streets.
In the town most of the parking spots are free today, this is unusual. There are very few people on the streets, perhaps it is for fear of that virus, the one with the many stalks.
The café is quiet as well. A cup of coffee, a coffee with milk, and two buttered pretzels, that is the order for today. Sit at the window seat, look out, there is the warriors monument outside, a reminder of the fallen in two wars. As if there had been no others.
The son talks about his moped, and the things that he needs to get for it. Listen, and marvel at how much he knows.
It is raining today, leave the cafe behind and walk down the wet street. As far as the next red pedestrian traffic light, and wait for the green walking man to appear..
The shop in the basement of the shopping mal is empty too. They are sold completely out of toilet paper, this is strange. It has something to do with the potential epidemic. The son laughs, the sight of the empty pallets on the floor amuses him.
The dizziness is increasing, wander about the supermarket, make the purchases, and leave again.
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