Di Mariassunta Belonoskjn
We have reached the end of this quarantine, tonight 3 May 2020 it seems to breathe a new air, completely different from the one we have breathed in these 2 months that have upset our lives. Months in which we have understood above all the value of life, and not only that, we have learned above all not to postpone things because that tomorrow could be completely different. We all felt a little like Leopardi: we imagined behind the window or from our balcony how life could change after the lockdown.
May 4th has finally arrived: you can go out, the sun shines in the sky more than the other days inviting us to go out to discover our "new" life; finally we could take those walks that we so desired. In these two months, the thing I missed most was my grandparents and my aunt, and that unmistakable smell of the sea that I love so much. On the street, I saw people with masks and the usual elderly women of the village who made "unjust": it was the normality I knew.
But, although it was great to meet my grandparents, and not only that, I know that this fight is not over. On my way home, I had a little bit of fear mixed with anguish; that was not my country in which I had lived for 18 years, it was not at all! After 18, there was no one left, it still seemed to be in lockdown, people are still so afraid of this virus, maybe talking about normal is too early!