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Nobody believed in this lockdown.  Everyone was desperate to get at much as possible in before it started at 5.  groceries, street food, clothing, fun, just walking in the street.  We had something we had to do there, and weren’t counting on the crowds and traffic jams so we wound up leaving the parking garage at 4:35. We should have been home in fifteen minutes, but it took forty.  And we weren’t the last ones on the roads, not by a long shot.  So now we’ll have to rush out earlier than we’d planned to get our vaccines.  

It’s pretty clear that we’re counting on the vaccines to get us out of the lockdown after two weeks.  There are already more than a quarter of a million people here who have been vaccinated for the first time, and our entire population is around 8 million.  

If only the poor businesses can hold on for 2 weeks, we may be slowly coming around but I fear that even our favorite food, the felafel, may be in danger.  We’re still allowed to do orders from restaurants, but street food can’t work that way…

So there are 150,000 unemployed and I have no idea how they are going to get back to work again.

 

 

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