The document describes the narrator's last normal outing before lockdown on March 13th. They went for a walk with a friend after classes were not yet cancelled, intending to go to the main park. When they arrived, the park was closed. They instead stopped in a nearby wheat field to walk and unwind. While there, they witnessed paragliders in the sky and enjoyed the beautiful sunset views, feeling lucky to experience the moment. However, they eventually had to leave as it grew dark and mosquitos attacked, running back to the safety of their car.

1. Last time I had a normal life in my city was March 13th. The virus had arrived but my
classes had not been cancelled.
I must confess we were frightened, you could notice the fear in the air so we decided to go
for a walk and disconnect from that terrible upcoming reality. We took our brand new car
(who was going to imagine that day was going to be the first and the last time we used it?)
and headed nowhere. I felt like wandering in the nature but we didn't know where exactly
to go. We decided to go to the main park which is 15 minutes driving, I checked the
opening times and everything seemed to be normal. We felt as if we were doing something
forbidden or ilegal, we even felt afraid of being caught by the police. It was like a movie
(which has been a permanent feeling since that fateful Friday 13th, funny, huh?)
Once we left the town, we started to see the long green fields and we took some
secondary roads. It reminded me of those lovely day trips when we used to ride our bikes
along those paths. I long for those carefree days...
When we got to the park and to our surprise, it was closed down. We were a little down, I
didn't want to come back, I felt the urge to walk, break free and have some fresh air. We
didn't know where the heck to go. After some discussion, we finally decided to come back
and stop on the road next to the town entrance. A wheat field which was much closer than
the park but we had discarded that option as we saw already a couple getting off the car at
the beginning of the lane. We didn't want to coincide with other people.
We stopped the car next to theirs and we started walking. Martin had brought the ball to
play with George and I distanced myself because I wanted to unwind alone. Little by little,
we entered in the actual property and the noise from the motorway vanished in the
distance and the sound of the birds and insects was even more audible. If I close my eyes
now, I still remember the smell of that field: it was humid, perfumed, intense and thick.The
soil was brownish red, very soft. It looks like as if we were in another dimension,
everything was intensively magnified. A dreamy atmosphere. I desired to capture that
moment forever.
When we reached the first diversion in the path we saw another car some metres away. I
realised that they were two lovers interrupted by us, poor people!. When they saw us, they
laughed (so we did), then they got into the car and finally ran away. "Love in Times of
Corona".
We reached the middle of the land and we heard a paraglide flying above us. I have
always envied that sense of freedom one may feel flying like a bird in the sky. A soft
breeze gently tousled the growing wheat ears. The sun was setting on the valley below
with its warm orange light flooding everything.It was so beautiful, we were so lucky of
being able to admire that scene. We were speechless.
But, unfortunately, it was time to go, it was getting dark and chilly and we were worried
because of mosquitos. At the beginning we were walking at a normal pace but mosquitos
started to attack us and we ran as fast as we could until we got in the car. We were safe
and sound. Safe, really?