“And so one day the world was filled with the dire promise of a viral apocalypse and suddenly the borders that were defended by wars were broken with droplets of spittle, there was equity in the contagion that was equally distributed for rich and poor, the powers that felt infallible saw how one could sink with a kiss, with an embrace.
And we realized what was and was not important, and then a nurse became more indispensable than a footballer, and a hospital became more urgent than a missile. Lights went out in stadiums, concerts stopped, film shoots stopped, masses stopped, mass meetings stopped, and then in the world there was time for reflection alone, and to wait at home for everyone to arrive and to gather in front of fires, tables, rocking chairs, hammocks, and to tell stories that were about to be forgotten.
Three little drops of saliva in the air, has us taken care of old people, to value science over economy, has told us that not only the indigent bring plagues, that our pyramid of values was inverted, that life always came first and that other things were accessories.
There is no safe place, in the mind of all of us there is room for all of us and we begin to wish the good to our neighbor, we need him to stay safe, we need him not to get sick, to live long, to be happy and together with a paranoia boiled in disinfectant we realize that, if I have water and the one beyond does not, my life is at risk.
We have returned to being a village, solidarity is tinged with fear and at the risk of losing ourselves in isolation, there is only one alternative: to be better together.
If everything goes well, everything will change forever. The looks will be our greeting and we will reserve the kiss only for those who already have our heart, when all the maps are dyed red with the presence of the one who crowns, the borders will not be necessary and the transit of those who come to give hope will be well received under any language and under any color of skin, it will no longer matter if I did not understand your way of life, if your faith was not mine, it will be enough to encourage you to extend your hand when no one else wants to do so.
It may be, it is only a possibility, that this virus will make us more human and from an atrocious flood a new pact will arise, with an olive branch from where it will start from scratch.
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