In this crazy dream, streets were completely empty, and the worst part was the deafening silence. Without people, mother nature spreaded to the cities, while men were losing their freedom Staying at home by our own choice is good, if it’s mandatory it’s a problem. The fashion industry said they approved the new outfit, now it was cool to spend the day in pajamas or sweats…Wow, what a relief, what a tragedy it would be to be considered cringe. But the real help, the true one, came from the arts… this was for good! The luckiest had digital platforms to listen to millions of songs and podcasts, new books to read, a diversity of movies available on streaming, virtual visits to museums around the world… Art saved many people from madness. And oddly, at the same time, the arts suffered from major attacks and defeats in my country (who needs Art anyway? irony intended).. The dream went on, and other countries appeared on the media with other misfortunes, with people running away, on boats and planes. I should call it a nightmare, not a dream…but I don’t, because in that human blender, very good things happened, in contrast with all that tragedy. Because there was indifference, but there was also a wave of solidarity and empathy. Because there was loneliness, but also the best company from our family, friends and pets. Because there were closed doors, but also other frontiers got opened. Because there was fear, but also faith! And there was love, there is always love, that in the most challenging times rises with a supernatural strength capable of keeping the world alive. Nothing is linear. I woke up in the morning, but I’m afraid that the dream will go on if I sleep again…...