The outbreak of Covid 19 reached me in the act of planning and carrying out a big move. Inspired by the situation of the glassware in the moving boxes, I gave voice to what could have been a wine glass:
“Four walls and a ceiling above the head, so tight that I can feel my skin rubbing the cardboard.
I have been catalogued as fragile.
After years enduring the sun, suddenly something happens and someone decide how you should live your life, or rather how you should not live it. From one day to the next you are encapsulated in a box. There is no light. There is no air.
It is hard to imagine that life can be so volatile. Everything we took for granted, the big blue sky above our heads, the big gatherings of people laughing …
And now the only thing to do is wait.
Wait that this is over and someone else decides once more how I can continue living.”