PERSONAL PROJECTS: "I was dreaming when I wrote this". Diary of pandemic
When I first went outside in the midst of a pandemic, I realized how surreal the outside world has become to me. People with masks in public transportation, empty streets, I was feeling chaos and confusion. Waiting for the life that I once had to come back. I would never imagine the closest person to our family would pass away during the time of lockdown. It seemed as if my childhood strongest memories died with her. It was not possible to have a proper funeral amidst the Covid-19 crisis. We were the only ones at the cemetery, people with masks; My parents, my aunt and the gravediggers.
The deadly virus brought sorrow of death. It was hard to express what I felt, a new emotion, different from what I felt before. It was like a strange dream, inevitable to dream.
Life was changing, the world was changing, thousand of people dying and thousand beating the beast. I wonder how my son will remember this time?
I was thinking about the future and waiting for the life that once was to come back, creating a diary to help me cope with my anxiety.