Life in times of Corona X – emergency shuttle

I wanted to be with my mother. But unfortunately, I am not, because the country where she lives has been put on the list of risk countries. That was a shock for me. My mother is approaching the age of 80, is widowed and although she is very independent, she needs help. I promised to visit her in September and to help her in the house and garden where it is necessary. When I received the message that the country would be on the quarantine list from Monday on, I first had to find out what this meant. The measures are draconian. For 10 days in isolation after the return and that even without symptoms and even if the corona-test is negative. In order not to endanger my son, I would have to stay in my room for 10 days.

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Life in times of Coronavirus VIII – Sabrina and her mother Lisa

On the day Lisa closed the door for the last time to the flat in which she had lived for nearly fifty years it felt as if a big weight fell from her heart. She had given up the flat and passed it on. So no going back. Lisa felt relived and the moving out at the end of February was an unbelievable liberation for her. Moving into the retirement home was the start of a better future. Lisa was nearly 80 years old and now moved into the small two-bedroom flat with a teeny tiny kitchen and a sunny balcony at the retirement home.

When she felt like it, she cooked, when she didn’t feel like it, she could eat breakfast or lunch at the dining hall with the other residents. She hadn’t eaten in the evenings for decades and she didn’t want to change her habits anymore. She quickly made connections and got acquainted with Liselotte and Hans who had a similar interest in art and music just as Lisa did.

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Bloody Saturday night in Istanbul

Whenever my grown-up children travel abroad alone, I have an unpleasant feeling. I compensate my fear with repeated good advice to which my children probably don’t even listen any more.

My younger daughter went over the weekend to Istanbul to visit a friend. When I picked her up from the airport on Sunday, she seemed tired and paler than usually. I asked whether she had a good time and she nodded, I asked whether she had seen the Galata Tower and monosyllabically she said no. Read More »


My mother wants to be informed on what her grandchildren and I are doing. Almost everything is of importance and of interest. I call her twice a week in order to find out how she is, whether the plants are growing and to report on what is going on in our lives.Read More »