I had returned to the Lido on February 13th for a convalescence. On March 18th I was to leave again. But on March 8th, everything stopped. Suddenly you could no longer move from the island, except for serious reasons, which I naturally did not have. Isolation became total. No viable way out. The island becomes a real prison. A prison with a view, because I am lucky to have the lagoon just 200 meters away from home. Venice has become unreachable. Close, but so far away.
Although no one can potentially move from one municipality to another even in "normal" situations, the condition of the inhabitant of an island is even more alienating. You feel hunted. The citizen of the Lido has only two stretches of water, in front of or behind them, one towards the city, the other towards another State, another country, invisible and unreachable. Suddenly their routine is canceled, steamboats reduced to a minimum, lagoon flat as a table.
Despite the surreal circumstances, there are positive sides of course. Canals are clean and full of fish again and the pollution caused by the big cruises has hugely decreased. Nature awakens and takes back its spaces.
In this new context – but maybe not so new, beacause of the habitual isolation – the Lido citizen walks disoriented, with or without a mask, looking for escape routes to his favorite place: the beach. But it is closed, cordoned off, except for an only opening at the height of the old “Ospedale al Mare” (literally “Hospital by the sea”), now abandoned. The poor runner feels observed, not to mention those who dare to walk without the "adequate" protections, even if alone and at a safe distance from all the others. Then, when you go to the supermarket, you see that the queue is very long and with intervals between people far from 2 meters…