During the lockdown in Split, Croatia, I found solace in the city's tranquil yet hauntingly empty streets. Walking through familiar alleys without the usual bustle of tourists brought an eerie calmness. The port became a regular retreat, a place to soak in the day and sunset, unburdened by the typical crowds. The beach, normally bustling with visitors, became a sanctuary for sunbathing and swimming in the undisturbed sea.
However, amidst the solitude, I faced challenges. The stringent lockdown rules led to four encounters with the police, reminding me of the gravity of the situation. Despite the freedom the vacant city offered, the awareness of the ongoing crisis loomed, emphasizing the importance of adhering to safety measures. It was a peculiar time in a beautiful city, where the absence of the usual hustle revealed a different, quieter kind of beauty.