I had a very crazy dream…we were all passengers in a time when people had lost part of their faces – only the eyes remained to show joy, sadness, fear, surprise – because there was a worldwide pandemic that stopped the planet and erased people’s faces, it had erased a lot of whole people too. People were isolated in their homes dealing with their ghosts…that for the luckiest, but it was just boredom, for the less fortunate, it was hunger. Isolated people tend to create things, for good and for bad… They can create entire orchestras from the buildings balconies, with people they’ve never seen before. And they also can create paranoia. The first ones happened more at the beginning, and they came followed by posters with positive phrases and colorful drawings. The second ones started happening right after people discovered that baking bread would not prevent emotional breakdown.. The productivity paranoia rolled over. There was the loneliness paranoia. The paranoia of lifting the carpet rolled over (and see everything you had hidden down there). There was paranoia running through the whole dream… There was a children’s party without guests, It had family reunion by video call, there were people hugging each other through plastic barriers. And as I am quite creative (my dreams are always surrealism successes), in addition to the pandemic, there was a humanitarian crisis, political crisis, ethical crisis…it was a swarm of crises! All blended . We were there, trying to stay sane…increasingly scarce. And it’s not the end…