ANDREA 50 – Cambi di prospettive. Da 50 giorni guardo il mondo da uno stesso luogo, casa mia, ma da tanti occhi diversi. Mai avevo avuto l’occasione e la volontà di immedesimarmi nelle storie degli altri, per cercare spunti di confronto e toccare nel concreto delle differenze nel massimo comune denominatore di tutte le nostre […]
DAY 44: IN OR OUT?
Andrea 44 – 44 days, lined up for 6 weeks (at home), with the remainder of 2. In or out. In: we have built our habits, we move nimbly, we smart work and we see our children, those who get on our heads during the videocalls that we somehow manage to follow. Out: they cannot […]
DIARIO 49: SE LO SLALOM DIVENTA DISTANZA, di Giulia
Il diario di oggi è della nostra Blogger Giulia, che ci racconta la fine “in positivo” della sua fase 1 e le sue paure sulla fase 2 La mia fase 1 si sta concludendo con un paio di piccole soddisfazioni per me molto importanti. Ho aperto il mio blog ben cinque anni fa senza troppe […]
DAY 43: RESPONSIBLE
Miriam 43 – To have survived this period, dear Andre, and to see the light slowly approaching, was not that obvious at the beginning of our 1000km journey. When we started writing to each other, we did it, firstly, to make sure that the other was fine, that he had no symptoms, that he was […]
DAY 42: HEAVENLY SADNESS
Andrea 42– In Turin, the far north of our 1000 red km, it’s raining. And the news is not this one, but the previous 41 days quarantine, where, as far as I can remember, I’ve never seen water fall from the sky. When it happens after so many days, my feelings are always the same. […]
DAY 41: A DIFFERENT SIDE OF HEALTH
Miriam 41 – Today I feel, dear Andre, that it’s time to deal with what it’s going to happen in a while, what everybody has started talking about more and more in the past few days. It’s time to set a new date on our calendars, a new milestone, or a landing time, just to […]
DAY 40: UNCERTAINTY
Andrea 40 – On the fortieth day of quarantine I focused on what is the thing that most off all gets me frustrated: uncertainty. That middle ground between the regret for things that didn’t happen and the reality of those that have taken on a definite outline. But it’s not just that for me: uncertainty […]