During the coronavirus curfew my government has imposed on us––4 pm to 5 am every day, complete lockdown over weekends––I have heard many a time that now I can finally enjoy some time for myself at home where I can do exactly the things I’ve always yearned to do. So yes, as early as the first days I read The Magic Mountain and The Brothers Karamazov, and all the Dostoevsky novels gathering dust on my shelves. I then decided it was time I learned another language, so I took an online course in Japanese and can now converse at a B2 level. Everyone keeps asking me when I’m going to write a novel, so I am now at the very last pages of my family saga involving many stories of Balkan refugees. I was never any good at baking, so now I’ve finally become an expert at various types of bread and pastry with the flour I stocked up on back in early March. But the spirit cannot thrive without a healthy body, so I’ve also engaged in a daily combination of 30-minute hiit workouts, 20 minutes of ashtanga yoga and online morning meditation classes with my favorite local yoga guru. Seeing as my colleagues at work have been worried about my reproductive years dwindling away, I decided to use this time to conceive––my partner and I are together all the time anyway. The baby is doing great. I’m happy to report that I’ve been a responsible mother who has managed to keep him off silly cartoons on TV. He watches educational shows and already recognizes all the letters of the alphabet. Oh, I forgot to mention that I can play the guitar and sing, and you can see all of this on my Facebook page. So I am fine, thank you. All in all, it’s our choice what we do and how we live during these challenging times.