MIRIAM 8 – This morning, I have to admit, I was tempted. When the alarm rang, at 7:15 am of this strange Monday, and yes, I’m still setting the alarm because I don’t want the day to slide into cosmic void, I was tempted to just turn on the other side and keep on sleeping. I know that you can’t understand me, because between conference calls and smart working you are probably working more than before. But an actress (and I’ve been saying this forever, even going against myself in my own times of inactivity) is only an actress in front of an audience (real or virtual) and on set. And now I’m missing from both places. Bui it’s not just my job on hold right now.
I wondered what would have happened if I decided to sleep until 9, 9:30. I really thought about it, thought about putting everything at rest. But then, while I was turning in my sheets trying to find a more comfortable position, I realized that.. No. I don’t’ want to give this virus my time as well. It’s not fair. I don’t’ want it to devour this too, as it is already absorbing everything else.
So I got up, I had breakfast and then I made a schedule, a list of rules to follow as if they were the 10 commandments, so as not to slide.
At what time to wake up the kids, how much time to dedicate to their studying, what to cook, what books to read and how much time to read them.
And, most important, I wrote as the first rule of my schedule, that I put on the fridge, the magic formula of my next few days, my mantra, ma new golden rule:
SMILE MORE OFTEN (AND STOP FROWNING, OR YOU’LL GET WRINKLES.)
I try to stay normal when nothing is normal.
ANDREA 8 – Well done. Tomorrow you can add an 11th rule: text, call Andrea, tell these stories to the more people you can and try to get them tell their stories, to keep track of this historical moment that even if it has started, here in Italy, just a week ago, it has already changed our lifestyle.
The “Balconies’ movement” is born. After the yellow vests, the sardines, now an entire nation has found a way to get outside while staying inside.
Italians: creative since year 0. And how are we communicating? Through music. We are a nation of saints, sailors, musicians and “balconists”. We wrote the rules of “balconing 2.0”: it started as a stupid game and it is now a moment of cohesiveness. Scenarios that seem taken from a Sorrentino movie now becoming reality. Something else came into my mind today, while I was reading an article about the church trying to figure out how to celebrate Easter during this crazy time. And so I imagined a scene directed by Nanni Moretti, with managers from all over Italy acting as cardinals, brainstorming and arguing about Easter 2020. I told this to Vale. And we smiled together.