- March 8, the provinces of Pesaro and Urbino in the Marche region becomes a red zone after the closure of Lombardy and 14 other provinces. Two days later the whole of Italy enters Lockdown.
- Without respite, Italy is the first Red Zone in Europe. Mom, did Coronavirus kill the butterfly?
- Dad, I made you a snack
- March 16, anguish over some line of fever
- March 19, Father's Day. I don't want to keep the social distance. Today as then I am in his arms.
- March 20, a week ago, rainbows appeared exposed everywhere. Everything will be fine, we have been repeating this for days.
- 21 March, Bergamo is the city most affected by Covid_19, there are so many victims that it was necessary to use military trucks to transport the coffins
- March 28, today there was the peak of the victims from Covid_19 in Italy, more than 800. They die alone, frightened, fighting to the last breath.
- March 30. I continue to pick flowers for my mother and leave them in the vase, even if the cemeteries are closed I have not stopped doing it. I hope to visit her again soon.
- April 1st. One of the brightest hugs lived in semi-darkness
- April 2. Flora sighs as she looks at the class photo. She did not have time to embrace her great grandma Giorgina, here in a video call with her grandma, she died on May 5, 2020.
- The teachers asked to draw the world before and after Covid_19
- April 4th. Children always know everything, they understand more than we would like. They are special beings, they fly with the imagination.
- April 7th, Super Moon, has never been closer to earth than tonight. On the skin we join the moles, stars of our microuniverse.
- April 12, Easter. Never as today do I feel the weight of death so intensely
- April 18. 40th day of isolation. 'Mom there is uncle!' I portray her as she sends hearts out of the window, and I think of my collection of insects, close yet distant, divided by a glass like us.
- April 20. How disappointing it is to find out that you live in an aquarium and think it is the sea
- April 25, Liberation Day. The revenge of nature, the solitude of President Mattarella, our passive acceptance. Everything is so absurd and so true.
- April 29, boredom and fall. During the quarantine Flora's first two teeth fell out. Show your mouth proudly.
- May 1st, Labor Day. Like many entrepreneurs, my father also produced masks for civilian use when these were unavailable. Today no one celebrates a job that maybe they won't have anymore.
- May 3, last day of total lockdown. Phase 2 will begin on May 4th with a visit to the relatives. I think of the movement as the inevitable fall.
- May 4, visit to the relatives. A gesture of affection on a day like this has such a weight that it does not go away, it remains imprinted there, even without us.
I Giorni Necessari
[For as long as necessary – 2020]
“How many days do we have to stay at home, Mum?” This was the most frequent question asked by my five-year-old daughter. And every time I answered: “I giorni necessari” (“for as long as necessary”). It took fifty-six days to manage the Covid_19 pandemic; in Italy more than thirty-three thousand people died and at the end of the year the count had risen to more than seventy thousand.
From 10 March to 4 May I narrated everything that happened in my personal sphere. My view is private, domestic, from a window, from the garden of the house. It is a project that looks at emotions, at everyday stories, at human relationships, because when we can’t look out, we go in search of what happens inside ourselves. It is a project that interprets nostalgia, expectations, fear, boredom, lack, loneliness, escape, sacrifice, death, stasis, love for one another. Today we are dealing with an inevitable freezing of demonstrations of affection; perhaps this is the greatest lack, contact.