Di Maria Teresa Bianco
Six weeks have passed since they forced us to stay home for our safety. Outside the front door, however, in my garden, fortunately for me, I still have the opportunity to take my hour of air and in recent weeks I have observed around me how nature is recovering its spaces. There is a particular point where, if you pay enough attention and silence, there is the possibility of being able to listen to the waters of a flowing stream; that torrent reminded me that time has not stopped, it has gone on but we have not realized it, locked up not only in a house, but above all in our heads, victims of our most secret fears, perhaps the greatest one of being alone in paranoia, in the horror of being left aside.
Here for me this quarantine was not entirely a disaster: I rediscovered the pleasure of being with the family and learned to appreciate their company, not only theirs, but also that of myself; having the company of yourself is a gift, not everyone has the opportunity to try it because if you knew how to appreciate it more, you would be able to appreciate yourself above all. Knowing how to find oneself in these moments of despair when you hear nothing more than talking about "positive cases" of new infections, of death is an action that should not be taken as ordinary, it is a signature of resilience, knowing that there is one form of tenacious resistance.I don't know what I will do when I can leave the house, maybe I will settle for an ice cream, but I know what I hope to find: people more aware of themselves and more respectful of others