
My life, in general, has begun to change this month: we have started meeting friends, I went to London a couple of times, visited local parks and gardens on pre-booked slots. I even ate once in a cafe. So some sort of social activity is returning. Subconsciously I hoped everything to be the same, which is far from it. Sometimes I do not know how to react when I mix up going along one-way arrows on floor in public places, how to stick to social distancing rules in narrow corridors, whether to keep a mask on or off while shopping.
Letters from Natasha: July 2020

I hope you're doing well. What can I write about today? I would really like to write about something else than what is outside our windows, but it's not working. No matter who you are, a craftsperson, an artist, a designer, a taxi driver, a teacher, whether you are an Italian, a Russian, or an English, we all feel stress, and concern about today, tomorrow, and the future.