A few years ago I read a story in a book about what would happen if we were all millionaires and as a result, I learned that it impossible for it to happen, but if it were possible then we would face a serious problem because no person would be willing to work and produce the necessary elements to maintain the economic, cultural, physical and intellectual developments that make us a society. Therefore, we would begin to experience a shortage of all the basic products necessary to survive. As well as the physical and intellectual development of newer generations because we would all try to enjoy the benefits of being millionaires, acquiring larger houses, buying and consuming everything we want, traveling to different parts of the world without striving to be productive.
COVID-19 is a lie for some people. But for people who have suffered from the disease or who have lived the experience of losing a loved one “IT IS A REALITY” that is destroying us physically or emotionally. This post briefly tells a love story temporarily interrupted by quarantine, then illness, until it became a permanent separation from the loved one.
Yes, I wanted to help Carlos. But I also wanted to go home. I knew that I had to return to Mrs. Lola’s house before dawn or I was running the risk of staying in that town, because my sister would leave without me, I was afraid that they would abandon me there.
The COVID-19 pandemic has come as a thief in the night, SILENT, RAPACIOUS AND DESTRUCTIVE, moving slowly. Without feet or shoes, it does not make any noise, becoming completely UNNOTICED.
I knew the scream was coming from one of the four doors in front of me, so I instinctively approached the iron railing and looked down, trying to find another way to get out of where I was. What my eyes found was that on the next level down was the dining room, perfectly lit by an antique chandelier. There was a very long table with baskets of freshly baked bread and several cups filled with hot chocolate. It also had 12 chairs where 12 young people were sitting.
The atmosphere was humid and cold. I felt pain all over my body as if I had performed a complete workout routine. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was so tired that I could not do it. However, I was slowly waking up, but I still felt very sleepy. My heart was racing, and a strange feeling came over me and warned me of the danger around me. At that moment it seemed to me that I had a horrible nightmare, my body felt extremely heavy, and I could not move freely.
Dedicated to all who have suffered or lost a part of themselves due to COVID-19.
For me, thinking that we are living a NEW NORMALITY is an error. Because it is like wanting to disguise reality, since the truth is that we must learn to live with restrictions until a cure is found. And it is the responsibility of each one of us to avoid THE DISEASE reaches our homes.
I had no idea how I could escape the bedroom, since we were all sleeping in the same room. I knew it was already nightfall, although the room had no windows; It was dark when we went to sleep already. That night I felt very hungry because I did not want to eat more, because I was afraid to eat the food prepared by Mrs. Lola. Little by little I started to get nervous. I did not want to miss the time when Pepe comes to say goodbye to Mrs. Lola, and I did not want to miss the opportunity to be outside the room to be able to follow him. I did not have a watch and I did not want to ask the time because I did not want to arise suspicion about my plans, so I got the idea and I asked my sister, “Can I turn off the candle that you left burning in case a blackout should occur? The candlelight won’t let me sleep. “
Two shadows were reflected on one of the walls, one was the shadow of Mrs. Lola and the other was the shadow of a fat hen with a long featherless neck. It seemed as if they were facing each other like they were talking. The flames of fire that came out from under the comal lit up the interior of the kitchen causing the shadows on the wall to move in undulating motion due to the heat from the flames.