Miriam 22– Dear Andre, I just returned from a beautiful Instagram Live, where I flew all over Italy, from Arezzo to Trapani, from Bergamo to Aosta. I met a lot of people, I got them settled in my home, on the couch, I welcomed their stories and I cared about them. I had a chat with them and they with me. I looked into their eyes. I listened to their worries and understood, fully understood, their fear. I felt what they were feeling, the people I was observing from the other side of the screen weren’t strangers anymore, but cohabitants.
They were, in fact, more than that.
“They” were me.
Now more than ever.
And I can’t think about anything else tonight.
I’m part of a huge family.
A huge family that I worry about, the way she worries about me.
A family with whom I’m making a journey that will lead me, once crossed the finished line, to hug more, love more, give more. We are running all together and I don’t want anyone to stay behind, to fall or stumble.
Maybe this was, just this, the “humanitas” we used to study as kids. Terenzio’s “humanitas”.
Maybe this is the true fulfilment of my favourite quote, the one I used to think I was already applying in my life but from which I was, in fact, real far. And I realized it only now.
Homo sum. Humani nihil a me alienum puto.
Andrea 22 – The “humani” you talk about have just landed in a new life. “Who knew? And so quickly, basically overnight”, my mum said to me this morning. Us “humani” came home and became aware of it these days, after a first moment of confusion and another moment where we tried to react with euphoria. We came home twice: 22 days ago, from our hectic lives (as Pope Francis reminded us) and a week ago from our balconies (as Gramellini noticed). There is a “life after the balconies” arising. And the life of those who normally grocery shop online, the life of those who always work, because they don’t realize when it starts and when it ends, the life of those who normally watch the ambulances arrive to the building next door, with nurses dressed as astronauts, the life of those who “I’m only taking out the trash”, the life of those who have a virtual coffee with friends on WhatsApp, Skype, Teams, Zoom, Meet or Houseparty (just to name a few of the apps I’ve been using these days), the life of those who, instead of wearing a medical mask to live in certain environments, bought a medical mask to survive in certain environments. If I look back, I feel already different compared to three weeks ago. As I thought, it took the time of a holiday to change my habits and therefore a part of me. I got back without a tan, and most important, I still remember the password of my laptop, because I never stopped using it. I go back to work, in a new life.