- Five years ago, my partner and I bought the house. Because we were very old, we had to do a complete internal reform. Almost everything had to be asked for the help of a professional, but there were many others that we decided to do it on our own, pulsing the dexterity. But among them, many remained undone. With small details, we thought they would be quietly supplemented from the very beginning.
When we got the new front door, we soon realized that a stream of air was coming out of us, so I bought a rubber band at a hardware store so that when the door was closed, the space was covered. Over these years, especially in winter, I've lived worried that the heat in my house was going to escape this miserable crack. The heat in a house is very important, and keeping it inside has been a skill learned and developed throughout history.
"I've been very excited to see my aunt, a woman who works in the care of the elderly in a home, has been declared fundamental by the state. I think it's the most poetic compliment I'd ever imagined.
Not much, but, as I remembered myself, I was surrounded by restlessness and restlessness. And sitting on the couch, for example, made me feel that the heat, so appreciated by my shelter, escaped me. How, little by little, what gives me comfort in the nest, passed past my indifferent gaze. But I never solved it.
Well, yesterday I finally put that gummy that I had been keeping in the toolbox for so long. I do not want to impose romanticism on this quarantine, but I do want to see its positive face. Why not? It may only serve us to do all those things that were forgotten or postponed, but at least it has served something.
Five years later, I've put a mile off the door and, in part, I've felt good. Somehow, and even if it sounds like a little insignificant, a pandemic has had to come to fill those holes that I have in my life, to appreciate them ... In society, as in life, we reject those things that we don't care about, and at the same time, we don't pay attention to them until we need them.
The previous day, in the wake of the alarm, they had announced that all economic activity that is not essential would be paralysed. And as has happened to me with the crack of the door, it seems that a pandemic has had to come that is fundamental for it to be officially declared. Now, apart from the toilets, the cleaners, the bakers have been declared fundamental, and now, officially, the fruit workers, the cooks of a hospital, the supermarket tellers or the cellators at home are essential.
I've been thrilled to see how my aunt, a woman who works in a home caring for the elderly, has been declared fundamental by the state. I think it's the most poetic compliment I'd ever imagined. I say poetic, because the best recognition would be to pay them and put them in their proper place.
As if it were a joke of fate, those who have so far been punished and forgotten within this system, today there are those who support the same system that has despised them.
It may have been necessary for a pandemic to give recognition to those who hold us all. As has happened to me with the door, I only hope that society will instruct me not to escape from that gap that much cherished warmth inside the house.