There was a time when we were all criminal look-alikes: masked on the streets of the town and it was not even carnival time. The covid days were upon us and a mask was an obligation, especially when shopping. They even stopped you at the door and only allowed a certain amount into the store, hence the days of world war had returned. I remember my english mum telling me, that was when the Brits leant to queue. Now even the Swiss were learning the meaning of a queue. I wonder if the masks were really necessary. I never got covid, and neither did my son, but I was quite isolated at home. Food was ordered online and I was living alone with my son. Mr. Swiss was in his golden oldie home. They had a few cases of covid there at the beginning, but Mr. Swiss remained covid free.

My son was often in town in the evening, visiting his favourite restaurant, but we remained covid free. Anyhow I found that wearing a mask really did not suite me.