Finding My Strength Through ‘Pandemic Journey’

A story about how a virus silenced the world

The ink paints the paper black, the white, snowy walls around me are filled with passionate shadows that come and go; and on the marble stands the crystal with the Scottish whiskey rippling through it. I take a thick sip; my limbs burn but my gaze stands still, sharp. Flames envelop the pupils of my eyes; my iris turns darkish brown but there are no tears to fall. The darkness around me is meek, stone cold. I am now accustomed to this loneliness, but unfortunately, old habits have not yet driven me away from the froth of fear.

I raise my head to the starry sky of February with the moon shining so sweetly and warmly like we harvest and the world has fallen asleep as if he doesn’t know what is happening. And I am starting to wonder whether the world has been lost in all this loneliness or not. Shameful lonely world. Shame on her silence. An entire ocean in which you can get lost in the abyss and before you know it, you are drowning in it.

As I take another sip, the drink bursts on the walls of the crystal. Now all the stars of the almighty sky gathered and made your two almond-shaped brown eyes. They look at me so persistently as if they want to tell me something. I’m scared, I quail and I look down to face the silent world again.

The drink bursts on the walls of the crystal, as I take another sip. Now all the stars of the almighty sky gathered and made your two almond brown eyes. They look at me so persistently and want to tell me something. I’m scared, I’m scared and I’m happy to look down and face the silent world again.

His shadows have now risen from the earth to the ground and have become men and women, Christians, Muslims and atheists and they all mingle, greet each other with heartful handshakes; they hug and they kiss, they sit in taverns and coffee stations, drink wine and eat fish and they solve and tie all the big issues of this world with laughter and curses. “Oh, false world, how beautiful you are” I whisper and I feel the whiskey stinging my palate.

I tilt my head for a moment, flutter my eyelids, play with my nostrils, smell carob and stare at the world with a clearer eye that burns. He was now empty, miserable and sad. He hurt and I hurt with him. “The pandemic deprived you the spark of life, glorious world”, I murmur and the flames that I stared at for so long, leave only the smoke and the ashes behind them and everything darkens.

And suddenly I feel my chest swell, the blood in my veins was throbbing and with a scream, the crystal glass became a thousand pieces on the carpet. And through the glasses I stared at my image in bewilderment. And maybe in my intoxication I understood.

The world with the pandemic weighing on every lump of soil, divided the people. And so, in between four white walls, for days I am alone with my thoughts. Painful and overwhelming but I learned something great. I was afraid of loneliness, because I was afraid of myself and my past. As I watched my smile sparkle in the pieces of the crystal glass, I made the decision and walked tangibly in the haze of my memories and stripped my soul. Only I was watching. And those are the nights that I loved the most.

I then take the bottle and pour whiskey into another crystal and drink until the first rays engrave, until the fringes of the shutter creak from the frost of dawn. And as the ink got the paper black and my thoughts became confused and my mind sank into insanity, my naked body was touched by pure gratitude. Gratitude for the fact that I have a warm home, a family and people who care about me, that I listen to and they listen to me, that I love and they love me back.

World, the man is great and if you do not believe me, ask God and he will tell you. No pandemic, no misery can defeat him.