If I go back to a few months ago, this Summer and all that came with it would seem rather impossible to accomplish. In April or even May, the situation in Italy concerning the Covid-19 was quite bad and no one could have imagined discos and pubs to be open again in late June or people freely travelling not only around the country, but abroad too. Nevertheless, from mid-June on the situation was getting safer and safer, hospitals were discharging more patients than they were admitting and less and less people were diagnosed with Covid. Everything went back to normal, and only the constant recalls of maintaining a safe distance from others and the mandatory face masks reminded us of what had happened only two months earlier. The past weeks, with the slow but constant rising in Covid cases and new measures implemented by the government to stop it, proved us that the fight against Covid is not over yet, and that we must keep our guard up. On the other hand, we now know man...
If you happen to talk with an anthropologist and ask them how we can define the concept of "home", they will tell you that it depends on many different variables that are related to the culture, the family system, the idea itself of what a house should look like or be for. The first six months of 2020 were quite intense for me - and they would have been despite a pandemic breaking out. At the beginning of this year I questioned myself on where I feel my roots are, and I wondered why I am so unattached to them. When the pandemic broke out in Italy (early March) I didn't have much time to think about where I should've spent my lockdown - for a moment I considered going back to what I used to consider "home" before, but then I realized I was not drawn to it because I had now a new place to consider as such. It was a tough decision, but in the end - maybe for the first time in my life - I did what was best for me and not what others expected me of doing. For ...