Tourists

March 30, 2020 | Italy | 20-29 years

It's summertime and I am in my beach house in Puglia with my dad. I wear beach clothes. I go out on the balcony of my house which overlooks the main street of the town and I see a row of cars that is typical of the summer period. There is really a lot of traffic. So I think this: "where do these people come from? They can't all be from the country. Why are there so many people around?” I decide to stop people who had just parked. I ask them: "Where are you from?" They tell me "we come from Rome". This is enough to make me feel bad and I ask tourists: "Why are you here? You have to stay home! If you continue to go around we will no longer leave this period! It's a pandemic!"

That morning I woke up crying.