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“Summer in Lockdown”

In July of this in every sense of the word unhappy year, I had the worst
possible experience of going out ever.

I’m keen on wandering around the city, but not a fan of hiking or camping.
With all my love and respect to the splendid nature, it’s not the scenery of beautiful
landscapes that I’m looking for. I enjoy spending time outside in the city: roam around
its magnificent parks, canal streets and original alleyways. After four months of the
infamous lockdown, what I wanted most of all was to go out and immerse in the
atmosphere of a lively fuss. Open to all new impressions, my friend and I had finally
met at a café. After about forty minutes of waiting we finally made a takeout order,
and in another forty minutes it was the beginning of our worst shared pastime in our
lifetime.

As soon as we received our food, we prepared for eating out: in a five

minutes’ walk we rested ourselves on a bench and opened the food packages, we
realised that we had no utensils – the café workers had forgotten to drop us spoons and
chopsticks. So, we spend another five minutes to get back and politely ask for utensils
while the food was getting cooler and cooler. Having come back to the bench, we
finally set about eating our meal in the open air.

Our food tasted really strange. It turned out that in my friend’s soup some
ingredients were missing, and instead of chocolate paste my waffles were stuffed with
condensed milk. It took ages to make our order but still it was a total disaster. We no
longer had any will to get back and complain about the bad service, so we agreed to
finishing the food and moving on.

Having eaten the last bit of the sandwich, I grabbed a bottle of some fancy
drink with seeds of sweet basil, pulled the tag of the bottle cap and somehow it broke
away. The next thirty minutes went on me trying hard to open the unfortunate bottle.
The only thing that helped me to crack the bottle was some solid metal thing sticking
out of the ground.

Totally dissatisfied, we crawled to a huge open and hilly picnic area with a
picturesque view of the city. We sat down in the shade, took out a pack of Uno cards
and began to play. It was the only thing that brought me back some happiness, even
after losing every game of Uno.