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March 10th 2020

7:50 a. m.

The razor was sliding smoothly on my cheek, I was just about to finish the outline of my beard and then I would go to work, but the day had very different plans for me. While I was walking in the street, the news was travelling fast. People were still making plans, without waiting for what was to come.

When I walked into the small office, the manager was on my seat looking worried. I felt a chill down my spine. After an apology and a distant greeting, I left through the same door I had walked in just ten minutes ago. The government was ordering the closure of operation and, because of my position at work, I wasn’t essential, so they had to give me “holidays” without pay.

In the evening I was looking at the ceiling, thinking of a way to get money. A call on the mobile interrupted my plans. «I’ve been thinking for a while, I don’t feel good, you know? about yesterday’s fight, I don’t think we can make it work. I’m sorry, please take care of yourself». These were the last words from the one who wouldn’t continue to be my girlfriend.

April 27th 2020

12:00 p. m.

I’ve been learning a lot in silence and solitude. We repeat again and again «when this is over», as if we were in prison. We live from dreams and we go to bed with memories: feeling the grass, the wind, dancing until dawn, walking in the city. Me? I learned to let-go of the things that are not possible any longer, and to have patience, to talk to myself and to listen to what I need but don’t want, what is really needed.

I abandoned myself, in the silence.