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 recall yesterday’s concept. It’s time to ask ourselves if we are really ready. Today, I cannot answer this question. Instinctively I would say “yes”, with three thousand exclamation marks. I already told you yesterday when I talked about the emotion of touching ground again. But if I stop for a second to think about it, the answer changes, it becomes a sighed and more reasoned “I don’t know”. As long as we are inside, we are still, it’s true, but we are safe. And above all, our memory is safe, the memory of the places and people we used to hang out with until forty days ago. The bar, the parking lot, the Rai, the set, the dressing rooms, those streets of Naples I haven’t seen for a month or more.
Do you remember those tapes of when we were kids? You would record on it the songs you loved the most, “stealing” them from the radio, to keep them jealously. But sometimes it often happened that, by mistake, you pressed REC again when one of those tapes was on the stereo, and you erased a piece of song, rewriting on it another one. I don’t want to rewrite on my memory. I don’t want to find out that, the places I used to love, have become something else, I don’t want the set where I used to work to become something else.
I am not ready to erase and rewrite: those songs are my daily soundtrack.
Andrea 41 – There is a part of Italy to which I wrote and for which I certainly wrote, but that I haven’t touched upon closely these 41 days. My concern so far, during this quarantine, was only to defend ourselves against the virus. Health above all. As long as there is health, there is everything. What matters is health. Read it as you like it, but that has been my priority. Locked in a privileged quarantine (thanks to the group I work for), I was able to dedicate myself to a lot of work, to some new and stimulating projects, to curate the blog, to manage the family food supplies, and to enjoy the evening phone calls with my parents, making sure they didn’t have the bad idea to go out shopping in the streets, thanking the “sheriff” De Luca every day for the rigidity of the controls in Campania. Some thoughts got me worried, even sad, and I tried to do something for those who asked me for help, but I kept telling myself that “health above all”. And health for meant defending ourselves from Covid. Now, however, I realize that there is another aspect of health that can no longer wait: the health of a country, which is not just an economic index to be discussed in the meetings of the European Parliament. The health of a country is the sum of many elements: it’s the health of the people that are losing their jobs because of a country that has stopped, and that don’t have the immediate opportunity to reconvert the activities they had before the red zones. It’s the health of children, teenagers, kids that are losing the time of their education, culture, and the parties where to meet and exchange the first kisses. It is the health of all the grandparents who, after 41 days without any human contact and a sore finger after answering one too many videocalls from children and grandchildren, would have all the rights to be at least greeted from outside their home. It is the health of those who worked night shifts for us to be able to attend concerts or any other kind of event, of those who have welcomed us for years in their bar for the morning coffee, the health of all the pizzerias and trattorias that have made Italy famous throughout the world. It is the other aspect of the health of this country that is now reaching a new level of priority in this battle against Covid. We cannot foolishly come out of this quarantine, it’s not time to celebrate in the streets, because the level of alert and contagion, especially here, is still high. But we need to look at this other aspect of health, which is just as important now. We must do it with a plan. Little by little.