Solitude

Probably the most common feeling during the pandemic confinement of March and April and which is possibly little talked about, at least not directly, is that of loneliness; because the claim to go for a walk, talk, touch, is a way of saying that you are alone. That it is a collective request does not make it less true. That thousands ask for it and at the same time, it does not subtract intensity, it does not fill the halls, or the rooms, or the balconies or roof terraces. He doesn't keep us company, not in the literal sense of the word.

The current pandemic has revealed to us the fragility of some concepts and convictions that we took for granted. So much free time and in so little space -some- invite us to reflect again and again on the issues that we are so good at overlapping with the daily chores. That 86% of Spaniards think that people do not care enough about others and 12% spend all day absolutely alone; or that according to studies in recent months, the damage caused by isolation during the pandemic will be reflected physically and psychologically, especially in older people, should lead us to think if we are doing it right now that we are not locked up.

I am very afraid that as animals of habit that we are, we will continue to be aware of the ICUs and infections, of the latest measures by community and now, of course, of the vaccine; and we will forget that the pandemic has several faces, that the loneliness caused by confinement is one of them and that it acts in the long term without us noticing it. The vaccine can cure the disease, but only on a physical level.

I was photographing people that I saw every day from my window, always the same ones, at the same time, like a ritual. Perhaps it was also my excuse to feel accompanied. These are some of them.