Two years of isolation
The Covid-19 pandemic has now had all the time to separate us, divide us, distance us
We have been living in isolation for two years, some more and some less. In fact, the Covid-19 pandemic has had all the time to separate us, divide us, distance us. The anti-Coronavirus measures have closed us at home, kept on the sidelines, suggested to avoid gatherings. The very nature of the virus has advised us not to be close, to hug, to see each other.
First, in 2020 the international health emergency forced us to lockdown and quarantine to limit infections, transforming the walls of houses into the physical boundaries of our existence, then in 2021 the hope of moving towards a new normal has faded more and more, leaving space for the beloved reality of the Omicron and Delta variants that are spreading and of the infections that show no signs of abating, despite the benefits brought by the advancement of the vaccination campaign.
So we have now had almost 24 months to completely isolate ourselves. We have cooled our affections, lost contacts, forgotten about sociability.
In some cases, even relatives and friends may have become foreign people. And if smart working has very often saved us, we have however sent the ability to communicate with colleagues, people, and the rest of the world in general into early retirement.
And therefore to all of us isolated, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year. May 2022 bring back all our empathy.
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