MIRIAM 18– Dear Andrea, today I was thinking about the million different things whose perception, perspective, has been changed by the covid. (I called it by its name. I had implicitly decided not to do it anymore, to only talk about the “then” and “now”, but its name just slipped out. I won’t do it again, I promise). I went from life to dreams, families, affects. Then I stopped on something more ordinary, but whose change is becoming more and more drastic. The hours of the day.
Before, 6.15 am would mean “wake up”.
And 8 am “kids to school”.
9 am was the time of the shooting on set.
Now my alarm is set at 7.30 am, and 9 o’clock it’s the time of the online lessons. Lunch was set at 2.20 pm, when the kids would be back from school, now we have lunch at 1 pm tops. But the time that really has a completely different meaning in my life is 6 pm. This time, before, was just the end of Vittoria’s gymnastics class, now it’s the time of the day where we pull the strings and, sometimes, we breath a sight of relief, like these past days, but unfortunately not tonight.
And then there’s 8 pm. The time when I send you my diary. Until now it was only a song by audio Due.
ANDREA 18 – The habits I don’t’ have anymore. After 18 days I thought there were some things I didn’t miss right away, things I don’t do anymore and that are now resurfacing in my mind, through small gestures that have replaced them in the daily routine.
In the morning I open the wardrobe and I don’t choose what shirt to wear anymore, neither I put it on the radiator to warm it up before wearing it. I don’t tie the knot in front of the mirror anymore. I don’t talk about Napoli with my friend Tommy the taxy driver, that would wait for me smoking a cigarette, outside the apartment, to take me to the airport. I’m not gifted with parsley and an extra tuna piece by my friend the fish seller on Saturday morning. I don’t open the gym locker after a day at work anymore. I forgot the voices of the canteen’s cooks, those saying hello with a “ciao Andre” and those saying hello in a more formal way.
Taking out the rubbish is not something I do while distracted by the usual phone calls after work anymore. No. today it is my way of making a 100 steps, those dividing the trash cans from the main door of the building. Here it is, another habit. The hundred steps, I counted them. Tonight as well.