One of my last posts was about how Covid-19 changed or better will enter in literature as a gigantic personal experience for everybody.
Me, personally I found it an opportunity to read and write, it was the opportunity of forced solitude I was looking for.
Now I don’t want to say that my life is changed, I indeed wasted a lot of time but I had been determined to don’t let months run away like farts.
Today I want to write an angry note on how it hadn’t thought anything to us in the social matter.
When the lockdown was roughly at the beginning something was moving in humanity, pollution was collapsing and people were starting to understand what really matters.
I’m not saying that we have to delete everything but key jobs after all we all need a considerable amount of other things.
The problem lay when the lockdown is eased and like zombies, we go around and we immediately get drunk not giving a fuck about social distancing, and everything was made to destroy this virus.
Probably those people were the same ones that clapped for the NHS for two months straight.
This let me think that unfortunately, we hadn’t learned anything from this experience.
It hadn’t even worked on the road of putting us together.
This means that we actually understood the level of caring we pose for other people and without a spoiler, is almost zero, not even most politicians had the minimum amount of care for the citizens they should protect.
Another horrifying fact in that, when the government gave a chance to come back in the highlands and we run covering them with litter.
This pandemic is the bigger disaster of our generation, the previous one being WWII and, since there, lots of people hoped story could teach something but in the end, I repost a sentence from my literature professor in high school: “History is a teacher but doesn’t have scholars”.