MIRIAM 11 – It must not be easy being a dad these strange days. A dad is like the captain of a ship, he is the one who leads the way and who gives courage to the crew.
Sailors turn to him to hear they did a good job, and even to get a scolding, when necessary, as they know that the captain would never throw anyone out. On the contrary, he knows the role of each one of them and he respects them, knowing he couldn’t do without them.
Today the ship is following a weird route, never marked on any map before, towards a mysterious land you can’t get a glimpse of yet.
Dear Italians Captains, it’s not easy to keep the nerves steady today. It’s not easy to give courage, to tell the crew “land in sight!”.
And I think of my personal captain, also known as “the professor” or “James Bond”, as we like to call him at home, for his ability to always look beyond things just like a secret agent (and also because I’m pretty sure he’s the only man on earth able to quote every Bond movie by heart). James Bond really wasn’t expecting things to turn out the way they did.
But then he did something. He drew a statistical contagion curve, as the great mathematician he is, and he sent it to my sister and me. It was his sweet and awkward way to tell us that everything was under control, that he would have led the ship, even from a safety distance. Because after all, he knows that the land is in sight, just a little further ahead, after the next wave.
ANDREA 11 – I made a promise. But I didn’t keep it. Last year the 19th of March happened to be a Tuesday. And from the couch of my home in South Kensington, after my usual grocery shop at the Waitrose near Gloucester Road, I called my parents to wish my Dad a happy Father’s Day. When the call ended, I was a bit emotional: if at 39 you are lucky enough to still have both of your parents, even if you live in another country you must spend Father’s Day and Mother’s Day with them. Or at least that’s what I told myself. So today I was supposed to go to the airport, come to Naples only to find him there, waiting outside the airport. But that didn’t happen. Let me tell you a bit about my father. He is the greatest craftsman I have ever known: he makes the traditional “Presepe” (we have one in Naples that stays on display throughout the whole year), he can fix the bikes of all the cousins you have (first cousins, second cousins, and so on), he can fix the kitchen furniture, he can build wooden things. In his spare time, this craftsman, has been a doctor for 40 years. And observing his job and the affection towards him from his patients, I’ve always wondered what the real purpose of my job could be, compared to his. Today, while thinking about my father, I went from the kitchen to the bedroom, and I found a little 8 years old monkey playing a virtual hide and seek in a videocall with some friends. Her creativity amazes me. She calls me Dad 2. I hadn’t realized it yet, but today I can celebrate a bit as well. Happy Father’s Day Dad.