So, Day 1 of the COVID-19 lockdown in Denmark. The photo shows the S-train (H line) I was on en route to Copenhagen -- 9:15 am at Carlsberg Station. I had the entire car to myself for most of the trip. By this time on a regular day most of the seats are occupied. It was only last night that the lockdown was announced, so I showed up as usual to meet a corporate client-student at 10 am, just to be on the safe side. The building was closed to visitors, virtually deserted. Outside on the steps a woman was waiting for a taxi: her entire computer had been disassembled and loaded (unsuccessfully) onto the front basket of her bicycle. All set for at least two weeks in lockdown, working from home. Funnily enough, this was the day that storm-strength winds assaulted the entire country. The office I had gone to was in the Langelinie area, known to visitors as the quay where you can go outlet shopping and visit the Little Mermaid. The gusts were so strong that they carried me along and I had to half-skip, half-run to stop myself from falling flat on my face. My calf-length winter coat with the hood up acted as a sail. At some point, I had to hold on to a post to avoid being blown ... yes, blown! ... into the path of a taxi. Crossing an intersection was nerve-wracking, because I had to keep moving so as not to lose my balance in the middle of the street. It really felt like evil forces were abroad and shrieking through the land.
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