Miriam 39 – Dear Andre, happy 39th day of quarantine. Tomorrow we will leave the thirties behind and we will step into the forties, just like it will happen to you and me in a few months. And suddenly, your eighteen’s birthday party comes into my mind, you know the one I didn’t show up to. And I am sorry about that now, believe me, even if I’m 22 years late. And I apologize, in front of our red couch’s friends, because I know that, after all, you never forgave me for not coming. It’s just that, you know, one always thinks that, in some way, the things that they don’t do, they will be able to make up for them later. I perfectly know that you won’t be able to turn eighteen again (you wish!), but now I am giving that party that I didn’t attend a different weight. It might be quarantine sentimentalism. That being said, today I take a cue from Matthew, and I make a list of all the things that won’t be missing for my rebirth. 1) videocalls: something that I hated before, you already know, but that I am getting used to now, and that I decided I will keep on using – less – also in the future; 2) The “new Word documents”, those that will continue to accumulate on my desktop; 3) The background songs we listen to during the afternoon, while we are all working each at their own post; 4) the learned and taught technology; 5) the 10 hens in the garden next to my house, that I have snubbed for three years and that now greets me when they see me. Oh, and I have also given them a name; 6) Silence, helping me to concentrate, to write, to invent; 7) Skipping the rope, I am champion now; 8) The long chats with my husband (although I am not sure he would bring those in the rebirth..) 9) Coffee, in fact litres of coffee; 10) Our blog, why not? I still don’t know in what form, but you have always been better with practical stuff.
Andrea 39 – More parties, more smiles, more ingredients, all those that you, me and all our friends will bring along with us. The ingredients are all the things we bring with us, in different moments of our life, and which we are attached to. Today, at home, I am tied to these things: 1) A diary, that someone calls a blog, which is officially called 1000redkm and which is nothing more than something we will read in a few years, perhaps when traveling in a train, while the person sitting next to us will see us reading and smiling at those memories. And with memories, there is no one better. 2) A new freezer I bought when the quarantine started. It has been my “cold” Linus blanket: the thought of not having to set foot in a supermarket for at least a month, thanks to a good amount of stocks, has reassured me. 3) A small table on the balcony, that I “book” for breakfast and for lunch and that makes me feel free, free to think about the sea, imagining myself on the beach in June, or to come back to reality and look at my neighbour, who inherited the house from an old lady and today takes care of her plants as if she was still there. 4) A pair of comfortable shoes that I never wear to go out, but that makes me feel dressed up while staying at home. 5) The outlook calendar, where I only wrote business meetings, while today I find things like “ordering meat”, that make me feel more organized. 6) The car parked in sight just out of my building, to remind me that I have one and to be sure that I will be able to use it right away. 7) A supply of coffee capsules, to take a break at 11 am, between one phone call and the other, to have a chat with Vale after lunch, sipping my second cup, and to accompany the Greek yogurt of 5pm, with my third cup. 8) A box where I collect all the PC cables, iPad and smartphone chargers and earphones: all the technology I need to keep on “going” to the office, every morning, to my friends houses every Saturday, and to connect with you, every night. 9) The shaver, the scissors, and Vale’s hands, that I rely on every 3 weeks for my haircut. An act of courage I would have never been able to achieve if it wasn’t for the quarantine. 10) The picture of my family on the library in front of my workstation, to remind me where I come from and where I will come back to, as soon as possible. To throw a big party. This time you can’t miss it.