Dear Yuri,
I consider myself lucky, drinking my coffee, looking out the window over an eerie quiet street in a confused city.
Then I wonder. Where do all the people go? What is your home? What window do you look out on?
What is your view? Can you see people? Can you feel the sun on your skin from inside your house?
While the world these days comes together to applaud on balcony’s we are also pushed into our own corners.
The weight of inequality is heavier than before. Not everybody’s corner is equal. There are people with houses, people with gardens. Lucky them.
Last week, 19 year old Adil died after a police chase in my hometown Brussels. He was chased for not following lockdown regulations. Not everybody on the street is equally ‘guilty’ of being outside. Not all four walls are equal.
I have learned from my walls. I Learned to enjoy slow living. I started to appreciate silence.
And I’ve acknowledged my privilege.