Andrea 34 – Stop. Today I needed an afternoon nap. The “pennichella”, as they would say in Rome, or the “siesta” as they would say in Madrid. The one my mother would force me to take when I was a kid, on vacation, as I would listen from the balcony all the voices form the beach at 3 pm, but I couldn’t be there because “first you take a nap, then at 5pm you can go out”. I had to stop because the rush and all the things done these past 33 days have repeatedly prevented me to stop and think through. I only kept this evening writing routine, which broke the frenetic pace of my days like a Fontana’s cut on canvas. And yet, to focus, to concentrate so deep that the thought becomes a form of meditation or prayer, is necessary to start over or look around. Management literature is full of opinions of this kind, sometimes critical of multitasking, because it makes you lose focus on the most important projects. And that is true for the Biblical scriptures as well, if we think of the passage from the Gospel of Luke, centred on Martha’s industriousness compared to Mary’s contemplative life. Those same rules apply in this case: we cannot text and drive. The risk is proven. To stop forces us to see beyond appearances. Beyond everything, today I realized that behind the making of casatielli and pastiere these days, there is the desire for memories more than the taste itself. Indeed, perhaps, we are defacing that taste given by our mums, aunts, grandmas’ hands. “I didn’t feel like it, but it’s tradition and we have to do it”. That is what my friend Rosaria told me while at the same time she was giving me instructions on the double leavening. Beyond everything, I think that the videocalls with 8 friends are fun, but if you stop for 5 minutes to have a more serious conversation with just 1 or 2, you come out of it less entertained but more satisfied. It’s Easter tomorrow. Let’s stop for a while.
Miriam 34 – We swore honesty, dear Andre, 34 days ago. Maybe not the greatest diary, not the most revolutionary ideas, but first and foremost, honesty. And today I want to be honest. I realized, on the 34th day of quarantine, that I’m starting to hate videocalls with friends. Deeply. They make me sad and gloomy. They make me feel like trying to fix something broken, like I’m so close to what could be but is not. I love surrounding myself with friends, you know it. Above all, I love listening to them while they have fun, watching and observing them. Finding familiarity in their gestures, something known that reassures me and relaxes me. Now in the videocalls I only notice the downtimes, or the times we speak all together, and you can’t understand a thing. I hate waiting for an answer, and the connections not always working. I hate that only sight is fulfilled, and not the touch. I don’t like not being able to physically tell you to go to hell by jokingly pushing you, I don’t like saying hello to Sami without being able to touch her growing belly, or seeing Ceci with her rebellious hair and not being able to get my fingers through it. I can’t stand seeing Micky without actually being able to look him in the eyes and tell right away what he’s thinking or knowing that Vale is making her first casatiello and I cannot help her. I don’t like distances, never have. I’ve never been able to show affection at a distance. I feel like I can’t endure this situation anymore, I miss a fundamental part of my life, made of human contacts. I know, you say it’s just a period, everything’s going to get back to normal. But while you get a break and stop, I wish the world would start turning again the way I like it. That it would come back to life, that it would rise again.