TAN's Adventure in the UK

When my adventure began, Italy was facing the COVID19 outbreak, before its borders closure, and the travel ban to and from Europe, I was planning my journey to the UK where I would participate in the protest against the extradition of Julian Assange. This renowned Australian journalist is being held at the HMP Belmarsh Prison, after his bail sentence had ended, facing extradition. I had been there before, and I can say it is a shit hole, it is a maximum security prison, however there is nothing fancy about it, I can doubt the hygiene's of the place by looking from the outside, the first time I had been there, and I didn't set foot at the Woolwich Crown Court building, and I had to, if I were the size of a fairy I would scoop every corner of that place.
The hygiene of the place is an important subject due to the current COVID19 outbreak, as I would eventually realize by reading the UK free newspapers, how fearful people were of it, it was written in the newspapers that their health system was not prepared for the coming outbreak, the country would face a crisis nonetheless. I couldn't agree more, as I walk by some people wearing face masks, and by I go at a distance of two steps, soon I see the pharmacies sell masks, I felt out of this world. However, today on the 17th of March there is a town in lock down near where I live, the logical thought that crosses my mind is "my town is next", am I prepared to be in lock down? Should I do groceries, throw away the things I can't sterilize? Apparently, the Pope has held his first ever virtual audience, the same way the Universities are helding classes in my country.
At the protest on February 14th, Monday, I met people from Italy, Colombia or Spain, not sure, France, Germany, Australia, and more, they were fine, I think everybody was fine and healthy, I was fine and healthy... in a way. I had this horrible skin rash on the day of my arrival at the airport, and it got worse on the following days, this per se was not an issue, anybody looking ugly can cross the airport, but I also had a soar throat, and at the protest I had shout so loud, after the four days of the week long protest I had lost my voice. On Tuesday, as I woke up on the hotel room, I had to sneeze all my insides out, and soon I noticed looking at the mirror my eyes were so red I looked like a very hungry vampire, so you picture me at the day of my departure, a person not so good looking, with a suspicious cough, and blood shot eyes, walking back and forth at the airport, hours before the departure, not suspicious at all.
There was an issue with the transportation, there were first class trains only, an exclusive line(s), the others were under maintenance, even the Platform 9 was closed the day before, due to light rain inducing lightning in the train tracks, so bye bye my Harry Potter photo. A sigh of relief, I didn't need a cabby to go to the airport, the reason why I got to the airport so early. And yes, in spite of the COVID19 cough symptom, and fever related blood shot eyes, I somewhat managed to dodge the security, nobody held me at the airport, nobody even talked to me. How I felt welcome, I wished to be back at May-June, my thoughts before the European 30 days travel ban, for protesting. I deeply ponder the threat Julian Assange is facing against his health, because at the HMP Belmarsh hospital wing he didn't receive the medical treatment he needed. Why was he put there?