My Lockdown
Nel marzo 2020 inizio il Lockdown. Per me inizio un lockdown come medico, madre, figlia. Il 7 marzo mi isolai dalla mia famiglia perché ero entrata in contatto con un positivo. Contatto ad alto rischio. Quindi per non portare il covid ai miei figli ed al resto della famiglia, mi rinchiusi in casa di mia madre in città, dentro le Mura, a Lucca, che in quel momento era disabitata. Poi dopo pochi giorni, rientrai al lavoro. Si andava al lavoro con la paura. Non mi era mai successo prima. Prima potevi aver paura di sbagliare, di non arrivare alla giusta diagnosi. Adesso avevi paura di contagiarti e portare il contagio in famiglia. Ripetevi i gesti della vestizione nei minimi dettagli. Disinfettavi ogni cosa. Però mancavano le mascherine. Allora chiedevi ai conoscenti: al farmacista, se ti poteva procurare delle mascherine ffp2; al carrozziere, che prima le usava per dare le vernici alle macchine; per poter andare al lavoro. Le strade erano deserte, le finestre aperte per fare entrare un pò di primavera. Le Bandiere italiane attaccate a sventolare e i lenzuoli con la scritta “ Andrà tutto bene”. Uscivo solo per andare al lavoro, con l’autocertificazione. I posti di blocco quando mi fermavano mi auguravano “Buon lavoro, Dottoressa”. Andare al supermercato a fare la spesa, una volta a settimana, sembrava una vacanza. La spesa la facevo anche per mia madre e gliela lasciavo davanti alla porta di casa. Dopo un mese tornarono anche i bimbi. Ed allora incomincio la DAD, i compiti da inviare il pomeriggio, dal rientro dall’ospedale alle maestre. I dolci fatti in casa e il tempo da passare insieme giocando. Poi finalmente venne Maggio e finì il lockdown e si tornò ad uscire. Si tornò a camminare sulle mure di Lucca.
Lockdown begins in March 2020. For me I start a lockdown as a doctor, mother, daughter. On March 7, I isolated myself from my family because I had come into contact with a positive. High risk contact. So in order not to bring the covid to my children and the rest of the family, I locked myself up in my mother's house in the city, inside the walls, in Lucca, which at that time was uninhabited. Then after a few days, I went back to work. You went to work with fear. This has never happened to me before. Before, you might have been afraid of making a mistake, of not arriving at the right diagnosis. Now you were afraid of getting infected and bringing the infection into the family. Repeat the gestures of dressing down to the smallest detail. You disinfected everything. But the masks were missing. Then you asked your acquaintances: the pharmacist, if he could get you some ffp2 masks; to the coachbuilder, who previously used them to dare to paint the cars; to be able to go to work. The streets were deserted, the windows open to let in some spring. The Italian flags attached to wave and the sheets with the words "Everything will be fine". I only went out to go to work, with self-certification. The checkpoints when they stopped me wished me "Good work, doctor". Going to the grocery store once a week felt like a vacation. I also did the shopping for my mother and I left it for her at the door of the house. After a month the children also returned. And then I begin the DAD, the tasks to be sent in the afternoon, from the return from the hospital to the teachers. Homemade desserts and time spent playing together. Then finally May came and the lockdown ended and we went back out. We went back to walking on the walls of Lucca.
© Laura Gori marzo-maggio 2020
Lockdown begins in March 2020. For me I start a lockdown as a doctor, mother, daughter. On March 7, I isolated myself from my family because I had come into contact with a positive. High risk contact. So in order not to bring the covid to my children and the rest of the family, I locked myself up in my mother's house in the city, inside the walls, in Lucca, which at that time was uninhabited. Then after a few days, I went back to work. You went to work with fear. This has never happened to me before. Before, you might have been afraid of making a mistake, of not arriving at the right diagnosis. Now you were afraid of getting infected and bringing the infection into the family. Repeat the gestures of dressing down to the smallest detail. You disinfected everything. But the masks were missing. Then you asked your acquaintances: the pharmacist, if he could get you some ffp2 masks; to the coachbuilder, who previously used them to dare to paint the cars; to be able to go to work. The streets were deserted, the windows open to let in some spring. The Italian flags attached to wave and the sheets with the words "Everything will be fine". I only went out to go to work, with self-certification. The checkpoints when they stopped me wished me "Good work, doctor". Going to the grocery store once a week felt like a vacation. I also did the shopping for my mother and I left it for her at the door of the house. After a month the children also returned. And then I begin the DAD, the tasks to be sent in the afternoon, from the return from the hospital to the teachers. Homemade desserts and time spent playing together. Then finally May came and the lockdown ended and we went back out. We went back to walking on the walls of Lucca.
© Laura Gori marzo-maggio 2020
