Almost one year had gone and we still talk about the same subject. We knew that could be like this. Nevertheless, the end of 2020 was so hopeful. The vaccines had arrived, the vaccination had started in so many countries around the world and we started to believe that the beginning of the end had started too. And then, suddenly, everything started to be not better, not the same but worst.
I'm lucky to live in a country that kept, all the time, many precautionary measures on. For this reason, we don't feel many differences and the situation seems under control. We are living a very peaceful life under the circunstances and we also have the possibility to take already a vaccine. I'm feeling really blessed to live my life just with a few adaptations. However, I'm feeling heartbroken when I look around me and, especially, when I see what is happening in my home country. I feel worried about my family and friends, I feel distressed and apprehensive.
Looking back one year, I miss the beginning of the pandemic. I'm missing the days when our life had changed and we were rehearsing new routines full of hope. During those days, I was naive enough to think that, by Summer, we would have won the war and the virus would be away from us. And yet, nothing like that happened. And here we are, struggling to keep our light on, struggling to see at least a few good things in our days. As a cycle that never ends, we need to be, again and again, strong, to think about the others, to follow precautionary rules and believing, always, that better days will come. This, as everything, shall pass but we need to do our part.
EC
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