Di Arianna Gozza
One thing I don't stop doing these days, when the weather seems to be frozen and we are in a standstill, is thinking about the day when I will be able to leave the house and breathe freely. Only when you lose something do you realize how important it is: lately I am realizing it. The memories of what our life was before are the only thing that help me not to fall into the melancholy of the present and that they help me to look to the future.
What will I do tomorrow? Nothing special: I would do the most banal, most "normal" things, to realize how important they are. I would start to be happy and calm again, perhaps giving more importance to a hug, to a kiss, understanding that I cannot do without the comparison with the neighbor; I would eat ice cream with new friends with new taste, laughing at the funny things that characterize us so much. I would go and see my grandparents, with whom I make video calls every evening but I miss each other so much.
Unfortunately I have the feeling that after this enemy that seems invincible, the world will change, we will change: we will be prevented on everything, the distances will widen, and we will always live in fear of a new pandemic. And this is exactly what worries me about tomorrow. It would be very serious to get caught by the terror of those close to us, taking the necessary precautions will be necessary but without forgetting what characterizes us most as human beings: confrontation.