Quarantine Diaries Norway VII - At dawn / Chronicle Of A Farewell Foretold

QDN 7 - At dawn

Every day when you wake up, everything seems different but as the first hours of the morning pass, everything returns to its proper course. The following hours of the day will closely resemble those of yesterday, the day before yesterday, and successively in retrospect. Until the night comes. You struggle with insomnia, you come up with ideas, bright in your mind for an instant, but you give up. You think of the promising 24 hours that await you at dawn. I'm starting to count the days for the lost nights.

Reassuring

Today, we went out for a walk. Kids were on their schools’ playgrounds having fun and I glanced at them. I have to admit that their faces gave me peacefulness because that’s a clue that everything is getting better and we could be free like birds soon.

Chronicle of a farewell foretold

As the Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Márquez named one of his most illustrious novels, Chronicle of a Death Foretold, my departure was nearing its end, it had to be dated. I had to draw a cross over the chosen day. There were too many of them in mind, but there was lack of bravery. This morning, I got new flights by chance. I was doubting until the last second I pressed the enter button on my keyboard.

You know you have to see goodbye but you never find the correct time to do it. I felt happiness and discharge. I broke free when I pressed it. Incongruities of life, since I have never felt so liberated as this year in Volda. Adrenaline and uncertainty. I have to say that I still think there is a high probability of being canceled. I’ll keep informing.

Carla Escribano Pérez.