Hello everybody! The sun is shining here in Milan, Spring has come and birds are singing. Isn't it great, right? No, it's not. 'Cause we're all locked in our two-room apartments, very comfortable and functional but too small for a pandemic , that's for sure. So here's what is happening in mine. We're four, cat included of course. No doors, except the one of the toilet (thank God!), because my parent's bedroom has a door but it has become a sort of coat tree , while my room, which works also as living room and dining room (and you guess why I'm losing my mind?) has no door. Oh, I forget: if you want to go to the kitchen, you have to cross MY room ad yes, in my room there is the only television of the entire apartment. Isn't it lovely? We need space. We need boundaries to survive. I realized that while doing my smart working this morning. Out of the blue, my father started to sing. He never did that. Never. I was shocked.
Se hai la fortuna di essere diversa, non cambiare mai. (K.D.)