These are confusing days. Especially in the beginning of alleviation of strict Covid.Lockdown-Regulations. I will not go into detail. Because if it fits not your case, your situation, its uninteresting, even boring. But maddening anyhow. And not because we want good old times back. But because the international consequences of different national situations and rulings – effective sanctions unknown – do not match peoples perceptions, behaviour and superficial, misleading pressreports.
In short, very very confusing. And meanwhile people have simply started to travel, cross borders by car, buying traintickets, without having informed themselves about what to expect. Also after returning home. No idea. No clear guidelines. I honestly hope, that the overall situation will improve. So that Multi-national travel-conditions can be eased, scaled down. Because otherwise the chaos already spreading will cause real harm, real damage.
Of course it brings real joy. To see our Wesercamping plain full. People celebrating their terrace-meal or beer. Uncountable caravans, campers. Even many bikers tents. We all just hope for the best. What else can we do? May the next wave stay far away. At least until the end of summer. But we do not know, how it will go.
I would not mind staying here around Our Home. But we have big removal things to do. There at the other side.  So I must plan in advance without having reliable expectations of the  general and specific conditions. It looks all like leaping in the dark. Ah, but now MydearestLove I count on You. That You will help me sailing through. Through the whirlwinds, cataracts, vortices. And in case we get stranded, give me an unexpected break, hope for help. Indeed, we must keep our Faith in miracles, surprisingly bringing light into the dark, some order through the chaos. A cheerful rhythm in our feet. A laugh out of absurdity.