MIRIAM 10 – I wonder, while I’m writing today’s post, whether to be honest about my day or to lie shamelessly. Until now it never happened, I’ve always told what was really happening to me, what I was truly thinking.
Now I ask myself what’s the point of this blog, and I have a decision to take.
I hesitate, and honestly dear Andrea, if it were just you and me reading this, I would tell you that today was another day to forget… and that would be it. But maybe it’s only fair to write what I really felt today, considering that the purpose of this online diary is to share feelings and emotions, whatever they are.
Today was full of dark thoughts, of worry for the next future, of doubts about what’s gonna happen when all of this is over.
You might have noticed, but today I didn’t answer your texts, nor those from other friends. A few breakdowns, tears were flowing without my consent. I struggled to pretend with my kids that everything was okay, I struggled to look forward. Lastly, just a few minutes ago, I heard that the virus moved closer, it has “eaten” more space, getting closer and closer to me and my loved ones.
And so the statistics started again, and the questions about safety distances, and the eyes to the sky.
It’s when it comes so close to you that you can feel it breathing down your neck, that’s when you are truly scared.
Forgive me, but today was a really bad day.
Tomorrow’s gonna be a better one, as Cremonini sang.
ANDREA 10 – I’m not scared, not for now at least. But I am angry. We are playing the World Cup, we are wearing the national team jersey, but still there are people who don’t get it. This is a game where no one is allowed not to play. And yet, there are news about the 40% of the people in Lombardy still moving around way farther than what is allowed, at least according to the cell phones connections. I still get pictures of the Milan’s underground full of people.
I look out of the balcony and I still see people walking around or worse, running.
It’s not forbidden, yet. But I personally made a choice: I chose to have respect for those who in this emergency worry about your life and, most of all, the life of your parents, and not about athletic performances. The national anthem is not just a song to sing from your balcony, it’s a call to unity.
We are (not) ready to die, Italy called. Tomorrow’s gonna a better day, you are right Miriam. It’s Father’s Day and mum just made the “San Giuseppe’s zeppole”. They look so good from the picture, but between me and them there are the same 1000 red km. I’ll eat them in June, I promise.