HISTORY AND STORIES..

Five years, it was Sunday when on TV they said it was confirmed that they were closing everything.. but since when? for how long? the anxiety, the first sensation felt on that March 9, 2020.. the second thought went to work.. the restaurant, an environment that lives with contact with the public… and it was no longer possible, and we didn’t know anything.. I was thinking about the safety of my family.. believe me when I tell you that as I write I have tears in my eyes..

Five years, it was Sunday when on TV they said they confirmed that they were closing everything.. but since when? for how long? the anxiety, the first sensation felt on that March 9, 2020.. the second thought went to work.. catering, an environment that lives with contact with the public… and it was no longer possible, and we knew nothing.. I thought about the safety of my family.. believe me when I tell you that as I write I have tears in my eyes.. my nephew had just turned twenty days old, one of the so-called children called the children of covid.. I had to stay lucid, and the first few days went well.. I remember when the first few evenings I locked myself in the bathroom, crying and thinking about everything… my head was on fire and yet I wasn’t supposed to let it show, I had to be calm and decisive for my family, focused and balanced for work… and me? After two weeks, spent looking for news, watching TV news from morning to night, I decided that I had to dedicate myself to something that would keep me alive… and I did it by writing. What stuck with me from that period are two things, the first is the humanity that had united us and the second were images of all the cities around the world… empty. In April, Andrew Cuomo, published a video that went around the world, and it was almost an exhortation for everyone… not just for New York… “we will come back stronger than before.. ” I hoped so so much.. We reopened everything, it was May 21st, all that humanity experienced during the closures already began to be missing, that was an incredible lesson.. I lived the period from May 21st to November 4th with fear, with anger towards people who did not respect the rules, but I had a huge desire to travel again. In November another lockdown, covid entered our lives with my cousin hospitalized, even today he remembers well the noises of the machinery and all the complications it brought with it. At that moment, I had to make myself doubly strong.. again the vulnerability and health of my family members.. and again in the first few days I had anxiety attacks, I locked myself in the bathroom.. I had to cry in silence, strong daughters must always be.. then in February we reopened everything again, it seemed like when Armstrong took the first step on the moon, one step at a time, there was fear, and I was really afraid, even for 2021.. no travel.. but then in August I decided that I had to detach myself, get away and find myself again.. and I went to Florence for a week.. here I noticed the fear still alive in the eyes of those who work in contact with the public.. the fear of closing.. the fear of people who didn’t go around.. Florence was almost deserted, and as much as I liked walking around peacefully without too many queues, I was immensely sorry, we weren’t ready yet.. and yet there were so many assholes who didn’t respect the rules..

And even if with 2022, it is “over” we are not completely back to normal, after the pandemic came the wars… and this vicious circle has never actually ended… what else do we have to expect?