Voices of those who work every day leaving home and loved ones – and then come back (if and when they can do it) with the doubt of hurting them. Small stories of an even more difficult and permeable quarantine.

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I’m Mariana, I live in Sicily. In Augusta, known as the isle of palms, so an island in the Island.

I have been living with Giuseppe for five years. I would have liked to marry him, but given the times, I’m glad we didn’t plan our wedding.

He is a lawyer and for almost a month he have worked from home no longer dressed as a penguin, that is jacket and tie, but in a suit.

When I was a child I dreamed of being a surgeon when I grew up and actually I became a pharmacist.

During the first weeks of lockdown I dreamed about coronavirus.

He and I shut up in the pharmacy warehouse, obviously only he could see me.

But gradually I stopped. To dream it.

I always say that my family is a collector of experiences but this was missing. In unsuspected times, about two weeks before the lockdown, I had started reading again the Promessi Sposi. Never was a book so better suited to the time we are living. Same mistakes, same scenarios. Or nearly.

Una cosa che mi è mancata di più in questo periodo è l’odore.

Smell: that’s what I’ve missed the most in this period.

I mean the smell of people, the dearest ones. Because the mask and the plexiglass deny it. And the distance, above all. Who knows what effect it will have when I can feel it again. I don’t know.

I know very little of what awaits us tomorrow, we just have to learn.

We have to learn to be have patience and love for things and for people.

I wish me, my family, everyone to hold each other tight. To hold on and not die now. Not to die alone.

“I wish you all to hold each other tight” Mariana ultima modifica: 2020-05-19T12:34:09+02:00 da Redazione