Frustration is setting in. I think this has been the longest period of not travelling for a long time. Probably for the last 40 years or so. When we have left Tyrol on the last day of this year’s ski season on March 15, 2020, Corona or Covid19 has taken us in its nasty grip. Today, on May 13, 2020 – eight and a half weeks later I am sick of it. The highlight of these last two months was my visit of my parents last Sunday. Whereas it should have been my birthday (with a nice trip to Italy), another 40 days on skies, Max qualifying for the German ski championship, a first attempt at kiting in the far too cold Baltic Sea.

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The beard is back – on our way back from Tyrol to Munich, when it became clear, that we had to be quarantined of two weeks I’ve pledged to not shave until I can have my first public beer again. Little did I know that two weeks was just the beginning. This picture was taken at the end of week four…

Instead – virtually every conversation, if not early, then late, ends up with Corona/Covid19. But let’s look at it positively: at least it’s not about Trump. Or the AfD (right-winged populist bullshitters). Whatever: I am so looking forward to the day when I can travel again with a good conscience. I hope it’ll be soon.