A state of hibernation stretched into days, weeks, months. The world changed abruptly, and no one was prepared for it.
Cities emptied out. Hungry dogs wandered the streets in packs, howling from fear and hunger. Police cars cut through deserted roads, a mechanical voice repeating: «To avoid infection, please stay at home.»
The empty windows of high-rise buildings looked at the sky with a quiet, almost mournful stillness. Box-like buildings — modern ugliness — had lured people in, like mice into a trap.
I traded the sky for them — and it took me a lifetime to understand it.
I stretched a sheet of white paper over the tablet and returned to childhood. The smell of freshly cut grass restored my breath. A happy child ran after an old man.
Dot, dot, dot…
I carefully lay out fragments of childhood, like tiny particles.
A small room fills with summer. Light touches the table, the lamp, the walls. Grandfather removes his worn straw hat, slowly wipes his flushed face, then turns and winks.
An involuntary smile spreads across the child’s face.
Embracing the sky, I follow him.
From the balcony comes the sound of hammering. Heavy rock music scratches through the air, tearing at hearing and already stretched nerves.
We are locked inside this space — different people with different worlds that touch and immediately repel each other.
This borrowed time for reflection frightens us, descendants of Noah.
People immersed in their vices have forgotten the sky.
I lose count of time in the monotony of it all.
A breaking WhatsApp filled with apocalyptic messages, Facebook overflowing with meaningless challenges and stolen quotes from glamorous faces.
This subtle game with human consciousness reveals the less beautiful sides of society — and of each of us individually.
Panicked eyes peeking from behind masks empty out shops and pharmacies in an instant, glancing at one another with suspicion.
People are afraid of death.
A new discovery.
How little I knew of this world I had entered with such intensity…
Embracing the sky, I catch the first drops of a summer rain.
Observations
