Читать книгу Let them all tell you what happened - Mercedes Pescador - Страница 13

Day April 3rd 2020. There’s less light coming through my window today. What day is it? Nothing seems to make any sense; citizens are avoiding each other. The pandemic has won, fear has sneaked into each corner of the city. You turn the television on, or look to the counter of the newsagent’s in one of those programmed trips, and all you can see are numbers and figures. I’m so tired of it all that I’ve started to not even feel empathy for others.

Day March 12th 2020. The pandemic has spread its dark wings, the jokes are over, the laughs are frozen. I see psychosis and paranoia around me. I miss reading without getting worried, but all of those deaths and my fellowmen getting infected, it’s affecting me.

Day March 15th. Mark Zuckerberg has started to abduct us. We are eager to know and know more, even though it might be fake news. I’m worried about my parents, María and my friends. I have a lot of plans in my head to mitigate the isolation. I’ve started to go up and down the stairs like a madman to keep fit and to get rid of anxiety.

Day March 23rd. What is freedom? Now I start to understand prisoners and those people who have lost their freedom. The windows in my home are the bars in the prison cell I live in. Spring has arrived with all its exuberance. The first thing I’ll do when the state of emergency is over, will be to hug a tree.