Today marks a full month since the coronavirus nightmare started here in the north of Italy. A month in which a handful of “positive cases” quickly grew to become a humanitarian tragedy.
It’s been a month without seeing anybody and staying at home.
A month without hugging, without talking and laughing face to face.
A month without going to a store or walking into a coffee shop… but most importantly, this has been a month full of pain, sorrow and grief.
It’s been a month of uncertainty, of feeling powerless and helpless. It’s been a month of heavy hearts for those who didn’t make it, for those who are still fighting and for those who lost a family member or a friend.
It’s been a month full of concern and apprehension for our health care workers, who are fighting back fiercely to try and save lives while putting their own at risk.
And it’s also been a month to reflect on what we are doing to our Earth and to realize that we need to make changes. And that we need to act now.
In this last month, looking at the roofs it’s been the only contact with the outside world I’ve had.
The bell towers have been ringing every hour, scanning the endless time of this quarantine with a semblance of normality.
The pigeons have been walking up and down the roof tiles without a care in world. The sun has been setting over the roofs a little later every day. And the tips of the trees I see in the distance started blossoming with little, yellow flowers carrying spring along with them.
With us humans locked up in our homes, the world continues to spin and it actually seems to be doing much better without us around, doing everything we can to destroy it.
Now that we are forced to inactivity, pollution here in Lombardy, the industrial heart of Italy, is at its all-time low. Dolphins are swimming in the port of Trieste the usually muddy water of the canals in Venice has never been cleaner. It took us a pandemic to give out Earth some relief.
When people ask me what I miss the most while living on lockdown, things like going out, socializing or going to a bar don’t EVEN cross my mind. I don’t care about them in the slightest.
All I want is to wake up see that they are dismantling the field hospital they set up outside the hospital where I was born because they can’t take in any more patients.
I want to wake up and know that all the departments of our local hospitals that have now been converted to cure COVID-19 are reassigned to their original function.
I want to wake up and know that all the doctors, nurses and health care professionals are no longer at risk and not forced to work 14 hours a day in impossible conditions. I want to wake up and feel that if there was an emergency, people could be properly assisted and cared for.
These are the things that really matter. The small sacrifice we are asked to make by self-isolating perils in comparison to the enormity of the problem we are trying to overcome here. How do we even have the audacity to complain about sitting at home, when what’s happening just down the street is a like a horror movie?
If anything, I wish I could do much more to help and I am spending these days on lockdown trying my best to be of use, from raising awareness to make people understand the importance of staying at home, to collecting money and organizing donations of protective masks to the local 911.
Today also marks the beginning of spring, which already started blossoming in the streets, carrying along its beautiful symbols of rebirth. May this be month in which my Italy will be reborn too, defeat this horrible virus and grow stronger and wiser from the lessons it taught us.
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