Somehow this advent was as strange as it was all year. The covid makes its mark on everything. As I walked down the street, it was weird to see this restrained atmosphere. Although the feast was dignified, the cloudless happiness of Advent evenings in previous years was not felt. I missed many cheerful people, mulled wine, roasted chestnuts. Although the pictures were taken in this somewhat sad and confusing mood, the hope was somehow felt in the mind. We hope the holidays will go well, families can spend Christmas together, and life can return to normal next year.