Di Beatrice Garofalo
Getting ready, leaving home, meeting one's affections ... everything seemed so surreal, impossible in the realization; and instead after two very long months of forced imprisonment, we were allowed to go out, thus allowing us to free our mind and finally to deposit that infinity of tangles formed by intertwining thoughts, which have now become too bulky, capable of even tormenting me, always creating them of new, bigger, unsolvable.
I thought that going out could be a turning point: a new beginning, an end or an expected restoration of the usual activities; it was none of this, actually I don't know how it actually felt but it was really very strange. I felt very particular, unrepeatable emotions, it seemed as if everything around me was an unexplored world, as if it were located in a crystal ball, and I was unrelated to it, I observed it with amazement, desperately trying to be part of it, I tried in vain to cross that crystal wall as thin as it was massive, I felt extraneous to everything, as if the world around me had never looked like this.
It is as if unconsciously I could not accept the situation we are experiencing, it all seems too surreal in my eyes: not being able to have close contacts with anyone, seeing all the bars and restaurants closed, desolate beaches despite the omnipresence of the sun and the clarity of the sea, almost empty streets and rarely meet someone, however made unrecognizable by the mask. I hope everything goes very quickly, this condition is all too overwhelming.