MIRIAM 14 – Dear Andrea, today was the first day, since the quarantine started, that I felt like a usual Sunday, just like before. It’s not for what I did, but for how I approached the day, for the longing to do things. Today was a “yes!” day, with a lot of exclamation marks. So a “yes!!!!!” day. And the evening dispatch, that for the first time talked about a drop in the number of infected, makes me feel like maybe our hearts these days, the hearts of all the Italians, are beating at the same rhythm. And that maybe, just let me believe it’s like that, maybe today was a good day for a lot of people, maybe the first good day for them as well. I can feel hope in the air, I can see all the projects for the “after quarantine” coming together, now I don’t think about how much I miss my friends, I think about meeting the ones I haven’t seen for a while. Today I’m dancing (but only in my head, cause you know that I’m as bad at dancing as you are at singing).
Do you want to dance with me?
ANDREA 14 – Alright. Only because today we are reading the First Good Thing. A curve finally dropping, less dead and infected compared to yesterday. It’s no time to celebrate, it’s time to stay focused. We scored at the 14th minute but we must play the whole match. Let’s close ranks, lets’ lock it down on defence, let’s stay inside. The second good thing is the pizza I made with Vale and the little monkey, or my first pasta with beans, made with my mom’s guidance by the phone. And then the third good thing: your optimism, that I needed so much. And because today we have at least three good things, I won’t tell you about my silent tears today, while I was listening to Malika Ayane’s “La Prima Cosa Bella” (coincidentally) and I opened the door to the Esselunga delivery man bringing my groceries, and I felt moved by his commitment for his job, which in this moment puts him more at risk. I felt guilty for being privileged, at home with my loved ones and everything I need. And I won’t tell you about the phone call with my cousin in Rome, who I promised I would visit more often, and how upset I feel about it now. I won’t tell you about the picture of my dad sitting on the terrace with a hat to protect himself from the wind, while he was telling us about the silence surrounding our house today. I won’t tell you about the sadness I felt just thinking about when I am going to hug them all again. It’s Sunday, let’s go dancing.