Is this really happening?

As the Sun sets on the second day of confinement a strange feeling takes over me.

 Is this really happening?

I listen to all the news, I read about this country and what is going on in other places, how they count the dead, ho the streets are empty, how you can not hug the people you love because they have a cough...

 It feels like living in an apocalyptic comic book, but everything is so normal around me: the people I live with, the supermarket, the street, the sky...

This is just surreal.

Because when you look around everything seems OK There are small changes, but I am not in contact with the worst ugly face of this. Nothing seems to change but everything is changing. Elements of cotidianity, of our normal daily life mix with situations taken out of the most incredible distopian world.

In the end, I go on almost as normal, knowing I am in the middle of somwething awfully, and I am just here waiting for it to pass. Hoping for the time after this is over.

Hope is real., not surreal. It is the same hope, the same believe in others. We will get through this. We will deal with what is thrown to us, like we always do in our lives. Reach for your friends (online, on the phone), ask help in support groups, find others to keep the flame of hope burning.