This year the town was completely empty. We listened to the bells ringing from inside our homes.
Quarantine was to live
over 50 days in an apartment with my wife, a 3 year-old daughter and two cats;
considering that I am used to going out in the morning and returning in the
evening, including at the weekends, it was not easy, especially at the
beginning.
I rebelled against
having to justify my every move; sometimes I refused to leave the house because
I didn't want to fill out the form to be presented to the police in case of a
check.
As the days passed I started
becoming more pro-active - I spent time playing with my daughter, I made
contact with friends and colleagues, I formulated new ideas for work, I read
many books and novels.
Today the experience
is behind me, even if the consequences of this moment will no doubt be felt for
quite a long while.
To represent a
memorable moment, I have chosen a photo of a lamppost on the façade of the
building opposite my balcony, with its elegant shadow which I observed almost
every day, from different angles and perspectives and an ever changing intensity
of light.
Another image were the
empty squares in Foiano (where I live) on Easter day while the bells rang out.
Usually, midday at
Easter sees the town filled up with people, with a long procession with lots of
bands and firecrackers; it is a bit like the continuation and closing of the
carnival time.
This year the town was
completely empty. We listened to the bells ringing from inside our homes. It
was a strong experience - an absolute and deafening void.
Nicola Burazzi, 21/06/2020 11:19:34