Weather’s glorious today, and we’re still all cooped in. It’s Sunday so no excuses to go out today, supermarkets big and small are closed, as well as tobacconist’s – though I really don’t understand why tobacconists are allowed to open on weekdays anyway. The neighborhood “real market” I’ve kept out of since going a fortnight ago, and seeing just about everybody disregarding social distancing and standing around in little groups, talking together. No masks. A few days ago some 4 or 5 carabinieri cars swooped down on the market. In fact, the Rome municipality has made quite a bit of money from all the (stiff) fines since all this began.
I did get something good out of it last time I went: a paperback in French, which I found in the special box at the entrance of the market. I used to get quite a kick out of looking at the books and magazines people just leave there. It actually looks like a good book, but it’s been on my terrace in the sunshine since, I turn it around every day, they say sunshine kills germs, except I don’t know how long before I can trust it?
There have been two deaths in the immediate surroundings, one of which was in our building, but it seemed like a “normal” passing away: the area has a lot of elderly people living here. The other one I saw in front of – not inside – the neighborhood church, with the priest blessing the coffin in the pallbearer’s car, and people praying along… spread around in the street in social distancing mode.
We’ll find out in a few days what’s going to happen on May 4th, when the country is meant to relax a lot of measures. I think we’ll be able to move around the city without the auto-certification document which makes me feel like an ex-con on parole, but apparently face-masks might be compulsory everywhere outside the home.
They say bookstores are reopening, but with only one client at a time for each 40 square meters, and no dawdling. It doesn’t sound great, so I guess Jeff Bezos will go on to be a trillionaire thanks to my ever-increasing stash of e-books. I’d discovered the joys of a chain of great second-hand shops where you also could buy anything under the sun including books, except they aren’t under the sun, they’re huge underground shops. So even if they reopen soon, I don’t see myself going back there for quite some time.
Do I sound obsessed? I’m starting to be.
I’m keeping an eye on hairdressers’ re-openings. For the first time ever, I ended up with some do-it-yourself hair-dyeing a week ago, which all things considered went off ok. That is, ok at least on the front, as I have no idea what I look like from the back where I couldn’t reach anyway. I must have become more like typical Italian women than I thought: as soon as possible, I think I’ll react to all of this with a drastic change in hairstyle. The first big change in over two decades: off with what’s become a very long shapeless mass, maybe short short hair with something left un-dyed. If I don’t chicken out…