471. Pandemic Thoughts Served for Breakfast

 

It is a sad and suffering morning, full of melancholy. Dull skies, blowing winds and rain that announces itself in the air. Oh yes, an English morning, perhaps less grey, but with depressed and resigned tones; strange for a land as Italy normally with joyful and cheerful people.

And while sipping my coffee, I realize that we are no longer like this in Italy. There is discontent, discomfort and complaints squirting from all parts of this soil favoured by sun and smiling faces. But we are not the only ones to have to succumb to the oppression of the Corona Virus, because it does not look at anybody in the face, nor makes any distinction and gives no credit to those who must or should not fall under its hammer, it can strike anyone and anywhere.

But like the Devil who has a good time flaunting  here and there trying to lure some prey into his clutches, you can fight and defend yourself against both. In the case of the Devil, it is sufficient to present him with the cross, and this gesture is more than enough to break his balls, but few are those who do it. On the other hand, in the case of the pandemic, all you need is a mask, keep your distance from people and wash your hands. This causes the Corona virus to turn the other way, but as in the case of the Devil; few are wise enough to do so.

Picture: Louis-Léopold Boilly, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons