PROJECTS: "I was dreaming when I wrote this". My three month diary of a pandemic

When I first went outside in the midst of a pandemic, I realized how surreal the outside world has become to me. People with masks in public transportation, on the streets, I was feeling chaos and confusion. Waiting for the life that I once had to come back. I would never imagine the closest person to our family would pass away during the time of pandemic.  

It seemed as if my childhood strongest memories died with her. It was not possible to have a proper funeral amidst the Covid-19 crisis. We were the only ones at the cemetery, people with masks; My parents, aunt and the gravediggers.  

A dark cloud was following me everywhere I went. It was hard to express what I felt, a new emotion, different from what I felt before. It was like a strange dream, inevitable to dream. As if I was standing in the middle of the field surrounded by forests, that had trees so tight together that I could not get in, to get out.