The park recovers totally.
I am used to the fact that most people in the park do not get too close to me when they see me with my Buddy, the little gentle Rottweiler. And we avoid the busybodies anyway.
But for sure this insane, and in its use completely unproven "Lock-UP-2020" is the best thing that could happen to the park:
No people, 1-2 joggers in 2 or 3 hours.
The birds are carelessly screaming around as if they were politicians.
And nobody tears out the red poppies.
Life is good for the time being.
And about the poor businessmen who hopes for the welfare state, which should bail him out, we'll think later.
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