MIRIAM 3 – 11th of March 2020. Today I experimented quarantine for the first time because I wasn’t scheduled to be on set (which is still going on, who knows for how much longer). I am still going tomorrow, and Friday as well. I alternate moments of great positivity with moments of total despair, where I can’t seem to think with a straight head. I don’t know if that happens to you as well (considering that, living in Turin, it’s like you were living 15 days ahead of us).
I was thinking about your “At home Coronavirus Workout” and I realized how a word that until a few weeks ago didn’t mean anything to us is now the word that most frequently comes out of our mouths, the most searched word online and the constant thought in our minds.
This word, which we naively joked about at the beginning (do not tell me that you didn’t make any jokes about it in January!), has now become too familiar, the silent and oppressive companion of our every single moment.
ANDREA 3 – 11th of March 2020. I report myself, I went out: I walked 150 km to go get some documents I left in my car. I came across 3 people and with a wide zig zag I crossed the street to leave a distance of at least 4 metres between me and them. I’m starting to fear people. And it’s ironic, considering that I have always been accused of being way over sociable.
After the Coronavirus everyone will start using a new word, “pandemic”, from ancient Greek “pan” and “demos”, meaning something that affects everybody. The first time I heard this word I was in high school, I think it was in one of those incomprehensible Greek translations that only one was able to do and then had to pass it over to the rest of the class. And so I think about who taught me so much, not just Greek and Latin, even when they stopped being my teacher. I think about her and about who is spending this quarantine alone. I need to call her. I need to call them.