Whether pub, choir, butcher, or car boot sale that you can find at The Online Carboot Directory: Nothing was as it was always and also beautiful. Everyone has somehow found their way back to normal life. No, not all.
It has been extensively described who has suffered from the ramifications of the corona fight. Amateur choirs were no longer allowed to rehearse or had to stand so far apart that the sopranos could no longer hear whether the tenor was still singing in the same verse. Before a pub evening with friends, it should have been thoroughly counted how many people from how many households wanted to squat together. If the pubs hadn’t been closed anyway.
And whoever finally had his butcher so far after years of looking at love to put the coarse sausages in the can he brought with him for waste avoidance reasons, suddenly found himself with the multi-wrapped disposable packaging in his hand. For the sake of hygiene.
Thank God choirs are now allowed to rehearse again and the pubs are open again. Even at the counter, you can drink again and the butcher slowly gets used to the eco-tick of his clientele again.
For one group, however, the easing comes too late. For flea market-goers and junk aficionados, the season is over. The antique market in Bamberg’s city center on 3 October – was canceled. Trempelmarkt in Nuremberg and Grafflmarkt in Fürth – canceled due to corona. The flea market on Munich’s Theresienwiese and the large porcelain flea market in Selb in Upper Franconia – was postponed to next year due to the pandemic. And now winter is coming.
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This is doubly tragic, after all, many have used the Corona time to sort out, the old, fresh flea market goods that have to pile up in the cellars in boxes. Elsewhere, someone is looking for an old mirror just like Aunt Rosi’s, and someone has long wanted to expand his snuff can collection to include exactly those that Grandpa Rudi now wants to go. But they just can’t get together.
Recently there was actually a flea market, and the Dominican nuns from the Holy Sepulchre Monastery in Bamberg were invited. Behind the monastery walls, in otherwise inaccessible climes. A small note in the local newspaper was enough to make the crowd in front of the gate swell to a size that the priest had not seen for a long time on Sundays. Homemade Christmas decorations, old bedside lamps, woven laundry baskets, even the “occupied” knob of a toilet. There is nothing left. These are probably withdrawal symptoms.