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In the hot summer in the city, while I was taking care of my sixty hours a week work, I was looking to and fro, searching for the female mosquito spreading dengue which is keeping us on tenterhooks, it was my great concern health wise! Something changed this March while it was giving way to an unusual Autumn, the season was beginning without the shop windows displaying the new trends for the coming chilly weather. The buzz of devastation was coming from afar.

We watched television terrified and in disbelief, it was showing a horror movie with a small virus in the leading role, a lot smaller that our winged mosquito. Soon after the legal rulings arrived for all of us to lock ourselves in our homes to protect ourselves from the voracious pandemic. Then, every human being understood how brittle their case that contains them is.

The mandatory quarantine meant that we had to know and accept the feared “I”. Self-knowledge emerged in the first hours when we had to walk the path of loneliness in our own place, and we found out how much we needed external incentives like going out for a coffee or for dinners with family and friends.

At home, hundreds of books were waiting for us to show up, and we knew from the very first instant that the word boredom wouldn’t exist in our dictionary.

Uncertain times, no doubt. We were asking ourselves how much or the information we were getting was actually true and which consequences will the disease have in the future for those who suffered it, and if this was the final stage of the disease or just the tip of the iceberg. Too many concerns about a disease we know a little bit about, but maybe too little.

In my quarantine, during which I will turn forty-seven, I wanted to stay home, read reality, use my imagination and wait for the future with faith and strength.