Quarantena Time

QT is a visual diary that traces the lockdown through a personal story, that of my family: Elena my partner and our daughter Ginevra. Italy stops at the beginning of March. You don't go out anymore. All emotions are suddenly compressed within the walls of a provincial house just outside the city, in the Emilian plain. We are three souls in a capsule fired into an unknown dimension. The initial disbelief gradually gives way to new dynamics: you have to get organized, work, study, play sports, try to get distracted in 4 rooms and little else. Domestic spaces take on new functions depending on the time they are lived: it happens that the living room in the morning is an office and a classroom, in the afternoon a gym and in the evening a window on a world that is more distant every day. We try hard to maintain a normality that no longer exists except in our memories. This is how Geneva 13 now describes that experience: "Initially it seemed like a game, I liked the idea of ​​a few days of vacation. But over the weeks I felt trapped, I missed friends, I was bored and you won't believe it but I wanted to go back to school !! ". Surely it is she who suffers most from the confinement we are all forced to, finding herself in a phase in which the desire to share experiences with peers appears as natural as it is vital. Furthermore, while we adults go out shopping at least once a week, Geneva cannot even enjoy this distraction limiting herself to a few outings in the backyard. The smartphone becomes the key for everyone to open the door of this imaginary prison and escape perhaps to meet friends, have a chat or drink a glass of wine together. But it remains a digital illusion that emphasizes even more the distance between each of us. Outside, in the meantime, spring flows silently and fragrant as it hasn't been remembered for some time: nature, free from man, appears more beautiful. Short escapes into the small courtyard help us feel part of the whole again and give us hope. Even the moon becomes bigger and brighter and at night the lights go out and the windows open to let it enter our house.
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