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On March 19th 2020, he came to my house to bring me a book he had bought thinking of me, To Die for Love (really?). That was the last time I saw him. But this is not a story about my impossible love. It’s the story about how, up to that day, I thought I would see most of the people in everyday life for indefinite time: students, bosses, friends, family. On the next day the quarantine started in my city, and then spread nationwide.

We are living in uncertain times, more questions than answers. In spite of everything, I’ve managed to keep some continuity and I feel privileged. I’ve managed to continue with work, teleworking from home, and continue getting a salary, now there’s double the number of people living off this salary. My nuclear family is small and living together has been peaceful. I’ve tried to keep active doing a bit of exercise and I’ve lost the hectic pace I had before the lockdown, now I don’t get up early, I’m not late coming back home and I always eat at regular times. I’ve also kept in connection with the people I love, through video calls, and I’ve spent so much time colouring mandalas that I must be close to nirvana.

However, there is matter I still haven’t managed to resolve, with respect to the two different positions being discussed about what will happen to humanity after all this is over (an expression quite common these days). There are those who say this situation will bring out the worse in us, and they predict more wars, poverty and diseases; but there’re also those who think that we will suddenly learn from our past mistakes and we will come out of this situation being more empathetic and more aware of the world around us, more “human”. Aren’t these, by chance, two faces of the same coin, and therefore the full representation of mankind?