Stay at home! But how difficult it is...

In times of lockdown in England (I hope in Brazil too), more than before, I've been trying to distract myself with reading. I confess, it hasn't been easy. Sometimes I get lost in the sentences, thinking about the numbers (of cases and deaths). On top of everything else, I have to manage the proportions of all this in the head of my four-year-old son. Sometimes, my head can't take it all in. I'm not made of iron. I have many moments of uncertainty and even despair and hidden crying. But I carry on (or at least I try) with the hope that all this will pass and that I'll have my by my side. Social isolation is essential for this. But how difficult it is. I'm sure that locking myself at home is one of the attitudes that most prove the freedom I have (and the privileges). Some people don't have that choice. There are those who are, in fact, trapped in a routine by vital needs. I think of these people with solidarity. I think of Key Workers (nurses, doctors, cleaners, deliverymen and all the essential essential activities) with eternal gratitude. Yes, I will look at them look at them. With more love. With more empathy. E that this has a reason for happening. That we understand, once and for all once and for all, what matters in life (everyone's LIFE). If you can, stay at home.