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Breaking point


There are no signs that would signal the quarantine will end soon. On the contrary, we all are preparing that the number of cases will increase dramatically. And after a whole week (or even longer), even real stay-at-homes lose their patience and begin to leave the house. More and more people go for walks near their place of residence. There are also more people in public transport and in the city center. Some places are already so frequented as if a state of emergency didn’t exist at all. What happens to our responsibility for ourselves and for others? Have we reached the breaking point so quickly? Is it possible that one week was enough to forget how risky, dangerous and dramatic the situation is? Of course, one has to think rationally and not exaggerate in every situation; but the topic should not be underestimated neither.

We just start to get bored, miss spring, movement, faces of friends. We begin to miss our routine. We even miss work. Personally, I am not an example of a person with great informatics possibilities and electronic competences. Homework assignments and video conferences that need to be found on various sites or platforms that I have never heard about of in my life make me terrified. I feel confused and defeated. I miss a normal university, normal education, normal accessibility. I miss the rhythm of the day that I know, I miss the face, voices and everyday functioning without screens. Now, every time I get nervous when I find out about a new task that I didn't notice before because of my poor familiarity with online gadgets. I think going back to college will be a bomb! I can't wait for my old normality!

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