It all started in Istanbul. We all heard of it, But when everyone realised what was going on, it was too late. First all the stores closed, roadblocks on the streets and finally, the borders closed. I should have gone home, when I still had the chance.
Max was always a easygoing person. Closed, but always willing to help other. But when it went, he changed after that. In early 2020, they said the infection was under control, and borders opend up again. It was a nice country and pretty cheap for European standards. So he booked a hotel and went on a vacation.
But in Februari things started to change. Rumors of the Flu spreaded again, but Max mostly ignored it like many people did. He went on with his business. But this time it was serious. Road blocks were set up, stores closed and curfews and regulations were put up. By the time it became clear that it was time to leave, I was to late. The borders closed and I got stuck in my hotel, nowhere to go. A couple weeks later, we were told we were being told to reclocate to a camp. Anyone who showed simptoms or posing a thread was taken from the line. No idea what happend tot hem, but everyone was sure it wasn’t good. In the end, people had enough. Many tried to get out but only very few succeeded. The camp got abandoned over a few weeks as they tried to move us to a bigger camp. There, I made my way out by cutting the fence during another small riot.