A few years ago my New year's resolution was to jump at opportunities, to grab them and hold them close as if they were beloved children. I can't remember if I did that then, but this year I remembered that when I was, ALLL of a sudden, asked whether I'd like to go to Turkey. The departure was scheduled in two days time and I barely had the time to process the thing. Yet, with a sort of problem solving mood on I managed to find substitute teachers for my classes, packed lots of green and blue clothes and gone I was. Took" before" photos in the huge inter-spatial like new Istanbul airport and enjoyed a week of sun, blue skies, gentle crashing waves with 3 of my colleagues. Also, attended unbelievably long training courses, met new interesting people and did our share of tiring/ fun activities.

We didn't take an "after" photo in the airport. We were beaten, with drowsy eyes and in a haste. But lucky. Once back the pandemia spread. The schools went on a lockdown, people went crazy and hoarded essential products, borders were closed and my friends refused to come and visit me for fear. I am looking with a bit glutton eyes towards the Turkish delight that I've brought them. It cannot be shared or rated out of respect and it's kinda of sad to lie there in small bits of different colours and flavours.

My boyfriend is far. I wonder when am I going to see him again and Germany is affected too. To keep sane, I have made a draft on a weekly schedule and locked the Turkish delight in a drawer.