Sitting in a café on the Buda side, Julianna and I intimated our post-COVID narratives: the use of our time, the expectations of society, and the role that we women took up, just as our ancestors did during all the war times in history. In the US, women's role during the wars sparked a revolution. In the Soviet Bloc, no such revolution was necessary because both men and women already worked. Women like us, single parents and heads of households, along with millions of others just like us, lamented the loss of the village that sustained our independence, which indeed, is not independence at all. The cost, we concluded, was our creative being—the one in flow, where time has no meaning. Acknowledging that we are privileged to even have awareness of what was lost for us, we are writing this book about the pre-conditions of being a whole human, which we define as the creative person. Since many books about the optimization of living are written by men, for men, we want to write this book for the group who is closest to us, single parents, man or woman, and those in a couple, who are desperate for a new way of working, which is as far away from auto-pilot, robotic existence as possible. The book examines how sub-groups fared during the pandemic crisis.