Ironic, huh? The planet of technological insanity that today suffers from a handshake or city walk. You have the latest handset, multifunctional sofa, toothpaste extractor, but not the freedom to go out on the road. You are rich and still not happy before buying a hug. You're done with body pomegranate shampoo, but you don't mind it. You will come out alive from this story. Alive you, alive your children so that you will have time without seeing them for so long. You were working to build a second floor, buy a better car, another home. Why one, when you could have 2.3 ... more, much more. You who until yesterday were superficial, look, today you are trapped in content. We still have feelings for us! We don't have robots, yetâ?¦

Those of us who recently talked about transplants, negotiations or virtual sex are today talking about handwashing, fresh orange juice and caring. Here's where we got back to the vital, the primitive. We recovered ourselves!

Interestingly as in quite some time, everyone's life borrowed one common denominator: isolation. Inside the MP, inside the neighborhood shoemaker, the lawyer, the esthetician and the haughty neighbor. Ranks, savings, titles or followers were suddenly zeroed; all alike, all in front of Covid-19. You cannot cheat, save with bribes, malice, fame or power. Not this time!

Am I afraid? No little. Mall? More. Without thinking, we are feeling again. A horror scenario, with coffins, crematoriums and tears, but also a great thirst to live once we get out of where we are.

Where are we today? At the point we never thought we would arrive. Blinded by the lying power of modern man, it came to his mind that we could be threatened by a virus. Probably some suburban state, from those of the third world that we are not interested in. But chaos in Europe? Kurr kurra. Army, roadblocks, isolation, thousands of casualties? Well, here it is!

I read somewhere that this is the perfect time to quit smoking. I think it's the ideal time to leave the cellphone as well. It will be our companion these days, so we are likely to be fed up with it when we get out of here.

In days like these, uncertainty and anxiety, many swear and promise to do things differently. They will run more often, jump more, dive, jump or kiss when all this horror and hysteria is over. Amid the pain, people are making plans to live.

I do not know what will happen to us, I have read endless conspiracy theories, from the most fantastic to the most alarming. Whatever it is, I feel that things will not be the same anymore on the day we go out. It scares me so much that I can't wait. The corona shook us all, it must have done. If not, how badâ?¦.