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.