It’s clear, the bug has changed our lives. Its ability to infiltrate any field would already be wanted by spy agencies. Language is one of them. Suddenly, everyday words, even kind, friends, have taken their own course. There is that normality that is so rare for us, with the limits never still. ‘Close contact’ is another resignified expression. Two years ago, he would have taken us to a stage of intimacy, short glances and whispering conversations. It would even have conjured up some sexual imagery. Now, instead, it populates the headlines and WhatsApp conversations, dressed in a certain ominous asepsis. Never has close contact been synonymous with such remoteness.
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This week we have had breakfast, lunch and dinner people confined by close contacts. A gymkhana. Will we get together for Christmas? How many will be forced into confinement? The mystery will be revealed in a few hours. If the table is not filled with last minute absences, ‘miracle’ or ‘magic’ too will take on a new meaning. But at least let’s put up some resistance. That he longing for happiness stay unscathed. Well that, happy holidays. They are as they are.
Reference-www.elperiodico.com