Life in lockdown: week four

We are now in the second week of the Easter break. The weather in Berlin has been exceptionally good this past week, so in a way it has felt like being on holiday. I can’t remember the last time we had so many consecutive days of glorious sunshine. Perhaps it’s never happened before. 

Luckily, we are not in complete lockdown here: we are still allowed to leave the house to exercise. Walking, running, cycling, rollerblading is permitted as long as we respect the rules. I must admit that this is not always easy, as they keep changing. 

Initially, we were told that we must always carry ID with us; now it’s no longer necessary. Playgrounds and sports facilities are closed, but parks are still open. Initially we weren’t allowed to sit on benches or on the grass, but now we are, as long as we keep a distance of 1,5 metres on a bench, or 5 metres on the grass, from the next person. 

Also, we are only allowed to have short rests so no barbecues or picnics! Easter egg hunts in the park were not permitted this Easter, so we did ours on the balcony. The police regularly patrol parks and outdoor spaces to make sure everyone complies. Apparently, they are making a special effort to be friendly and understanding. Last time we went for a walk in the park we saw three police cars, but they didn’t stop to speak to us as we weren’t breaking any rules.

It’s amazing how quickly we have adapted to the new normal. In my case, Spotify has completely replaced the BBC World News app. Usually I listen to the radio every day on my phone. Now it’s only music or audiobooks.

Still, however much we try, we can’t quite eliminate the coronavirus from our minds. For instance, we have a new greeting whenever one of us walks through the door: “Have you washed your hands” has replaced the obsolete “Hello”. This is especially necessary when my husband returns from work after sending reassuring news, such as, “We had three confirmed cases of Covid today!”. When this happens, I also shout: “Just pretend you’re in the operating theatre”. Otherwise, he’s not very good with hygiene.

Also, when painting Easter eggs last week, my son added an interesting detail to one of his pictures. He drew a park with red tulips and the sign “no picnics allowed due to coronavirus”.

Life in lockdown - week three

While the rest of the world was fighting COVID-19, I was at home battling against tonsillitis. Fortunately I had a powerful and effective weapon on my side - antibiotics - so I was able to extinguish the fire in my throat relatively quickly. Unfortunately I had to give my video yoga classes a miss and, as I could only communicate by whispering, phone or video calls were a no go. 

The week began with a dramatic change in the weather: Berlin saw its first and probably last snowfall of the year. The temperature plummeted, the sky went back to its usual grey tones, so for a few days nobody missed much by staying at home.

It was the last week of homeschooling before the Easter holidays and I spent most of it with my head under a towel inhaling steam. Schools in Germany are supposed to reopen on 20 April, but it seems unlikely at this stage. By the way, is it der virus or das virus? Luckily one of us knows the genders of German nouns. My son and I have found a way of making home lessons even more entertaining. We take it in turns to be the teacher. If you live in Berlin and you've heard a child laughing his head off, that was probably my son after I gave a wrong answer.

So what will we do with ourselves now that we are "on holiday"? Not to worry: we have plenty of ideas, including planning a Formula 1 quiz so that we can play with the rest of the family on Skype. We are determined to make the best out of this situation and, so far, we've done a pretty good job.

Life in lockdown: week two

The second week of lockdown in Berlin is over. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. In fact, I’m so tired that I’ve stopped worrying about the Coronavirus (at least that was until I woke up with a sore throat and had to remind myself of the symptoms of Covid-19 – fever and dry cough. So, do I have it? That has to be the most commonly asked question in the world right now).    

   

I try to avoid following the news these days, as it makes me feel anxious, but I did read on the Guardian website the other day that there has been a surge in the number of submissions to publishing houses. One has to assume that these writers don’t have a child at home in constant need of attention and feeding.

You’ve heard of phantom ringing syndrome, i.e. the perception that your phone is ringing when it actually isn't. Well my son and I have developed a similar syndrome: he hears me calling him even when I’m not and I hear him calling Mamma even when he’s not. That must be a consequence of spending 24 hours a day in mutual company.

Like many parents in lockdown, I’ve suddenly become a full-time schoolteacher. I used to think that helping my son with his German homework was manageable: «Ok, I still don’t know when to use der or das, but I should know enough to get through the second-year homework». Suddenly I find myself having to teach German on a daily basis, as well as maths, Italian, physical education... and even botany! Did you know that flowers have the most peculiar names in German? Just to give you an idea, a pansy is called Stiefmütterchen, literally stepmummy. I’d like to know who came up with that name.

I’ve also turned into a postwoman/messenger/photographer, as I also have to take photos of my son’s homework and email them to his teachers on a regular basis. Is this what they mean by digital learning?

As playgrounds and sports facilities are off limits, our living room now functions as a classroom, football pitch, yoga studio, Formula 1 racing track, and much more.  

I should point out that since the lockdown measures were introduced, the sun has shone every single day in Berlin (except for today). This is unprecedented.

We leave the house once a day to get some exercise and fresh air. A shopping trip to the supermarket has become one of the highlights of the week. The newly discovered thrill of walking into a shop and finding what you actually need. Mind you, you’ve got to time it right: too early and they won’t have had time to stock up the shelves; too late and everything will be sold out. This is when East Germans get a sense of déjà vu. As some ladies from my yoga class noted recently, bare shop shelves were a common sight in East Germany. 

Forget about toilet paper, those shelves are always empty. I have never seen so many men walking down the street carrying large packs of toilet paper as if they were trophies. Another commonly asked question: where on earth did they get it?

On a positive note, we’ve adapted to this new situation surprisingly quickly. My son is having a great time, in spite of not seeing his friends (except for Skype or video call). He enjoys homeschooling and he appreciates having so much time for playing and listening to stories. We have a strict rule of no studying at weekends during quarantine. This is how I managed to find time to write.