When I returned, it had already begun: there was an unusual silence on the streets and the uncomfortable feeling of not really getting back home...

Dark and uncertain is this spring in times of the pandemic: where there is usually joy and loudness for the blooming season, this time is all to be hidden behind a mask, yet to my eyes not one that protects others from a contagious disease, but one which puts in evidence how strange we seem as species when we force ourselves into isolation.