I am not really in "quarantine" but before about three weeks I decided to leave my flat share and move to my hometown for a while
It is so important to stay home in this crisis and I am very happy to have the "privilege" to do that
I don't have to go to work
I have a mom that cares about me
a garden where I can go out every time
and my grandpa is still alive and fights against his cancer all the time
But this isolation brings also feelings out in me that I can't give up
It feels like curtains are wrapped around my head
voices, laughter and colors bounce back on the surface
only the sunbeams get through it sometimes
and give me hope