Our small but perfectly formed walk in the early morning is our one chance to buy the Gazzettino, to breathe some air, to walk around like normal people for about 20 minutes. And inevitably I notice the signs that are stuck on doors — there seems to be a sort of progression taking place, as if we’re all coalescing around certain tiny hard truths: Distance between people, no touching, headlines, isolation.
Thank you Erla, for your updates. The rest of the world is catching up. Our schools and gatherings have shut down in Canada. Despite what some people with too much bronzer think, we are all part of the same human race. All of our support and thoughts…
Thank you Erla. It brings me a bit closer to see the minutia of this lockdown. Today in New York the subways and buses were half empty, but the grocery store was crowded and the shelves emptying out fast. It seems we have suddenly owned what is happening.
At the meat counter, beef was the only choice. Pork, turkey, lamb and chicken were gone, evidence that people really are changing their eating habits!
It may be that canny shoppers, taking the long view, stocked up on the cheaper cuts (well, lamb’s not cheap, but you know what I mean). We can still appreciate how blessed we are compared to so much of the world when the only meat left is beef. BEEF! My mother told me about the evening during World War II (she and my father were living in New York, on ration cards, like everybody) when they went out to eat, and the minute they entered the restaurant the owner said “WE ONLY HAVE STEAK. ONLY STEAK.” You know, just in case they were all set to have liver and onions or something. And they looked at each other in wild surmise with the thought balloons over their heads thinking “Only steak? We’ve hit the freaking jackpot.”
Erlamou,
I’m very pleased that I know what in bocca al lupo means, though I’ve
never been able to figure out how being in the mouth of a wolf is a
lucky thing. Mille baci, e’ buona fortuna!
I have heard a few theories on the meaning of that expression. I tend toward the one that says the statement is an encouragement (perhaps only metaphorical, though at one time possibly real) of shooting straight into the mouth of an attacking wolf. This makes sense, considering that the correct response is “Crepi” (he must die). Of course, in the metaphorical sense it works really well — just pick your target, label him/her/it the “wolf,” and see? Already you feel better.
Thank you for keeping us updated. Our universities and schools have all closed here in Ohio. Almost all businesses still open but I expect that to change soon. We don’t have nearly enough tests for all the sick people so it is impossible to tell if someone has just a cold or COVID-19. It will get much worse here before it get s better. I hope the quarantines and other actions in Italy have the intended effect and the infection rate slows. Keep sending out your updates.
Thank you so much for all the translations! Have you come across the poster by We Are Here Venice in your sestiere? Its on my blogpost today (www.livesimplysimplylive.weebly.com) And have you heard any singing?
No, I haven’t seen the poster, at least not yet. We’ve got some of the “Andra’ Tutto Bene” posters made by the children. We haven’t heard singing, but as long as there are dogs barking in the street — and there are — we know that life is going on!
Thank you for the updates Erla, from your posts Venice looks empty of tourists but the locals seem to be taking the situation in their stride.
Here in Melbourne Australia, where the situation is no near as dire as in Italy, there has been emptying of supermarkets (26 aisles large stores) of toilet paper for the past 3 weeks. This weekend has seen the empty shelves for vegatables – only brussel sprouts and kale are left. Forget about pasta, rice and baked beans, and the most important canned pasta sauces(yuck).
There has been no edict to quarantine ourselves, it’s just gone totally mad.
We’re with you! Sunday, March 15 at 1pm Eastern Daylight Savings Time:
in solidarity with all the Italians singing from their windows and balconies, there will be a teleconference based in NYC in which up to 100 people will do an a capella singalong of “Azzuro.”
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Thank you Erla, for your updates. The rest of the world is catching up. Our schools and gatherings have shut down in Canada. Despite what some people with too much bronzer think, we are all part of the same human race. All of our support and thoughts…
Thank you Erla. It brings me a bit closer to see the minutia of this lockdown. Today in New York the subways and buses were half empty, but the grocery store was crowded and the shelves emptying out fast. It seems we have suddenly owned what is happening.
At the meat counter, beef was the only choice. Pork, turkey, lamb and chicken were gone, evidence that people really are changing their eating habits!
It may be that canny shoppers, taking the long view, stocked up on the cheaper cuts (well, lamb’s not cheap, but you know what I mean). We can still appreciate how blessed we are compared to so much of the world when the only meat left is beef. BEEF! My mother told me about the evening during World War II (she and my father were living in New York, on ration cards, like everybody) when they went out to eat, and the minute they entered the restaurant the owner said “WE ONLY HAVE STEAK. ONLY STEAK.” You know, just in case they were all set to have liver and onions or something. And they looked at each other in wild surmise with the thought balloons over their heads thinking “Only steak? We’ve hit the freaking jackpot.”
Erlamou,
I’m very pleased that I know what in bocca al lupo means, though I’ve
never been able to figure out how being in the mouth of a wolf is a
lucky thing. Mille baci, e’ buona fortuna!
I have heard a few theories on the meaning of that expression. I tend toward the one that says the statement is an encouragement (perhaps only metaphorical, though at one time possibly real) of shooting straight into the mouth of an attacking wolf. This makes sense, considering that the correct response is “Crepi” (he must die). Of course, in the metaphorical sense it works really well — just pick your target, label him/her/it the “wolf,” and see? Already you feel better.
Thank you for keeping us updated. Our universities and schools have all closed here in Ohio. Almost all businesses still open but I expect that to change soon. We don’t have nearly enough tests for all the sick people so it is impossible to tell if someone has just a cold or COVID-19. It will get much worse here before it get s better. I hope the quarantines and other actions in Italy have the intended effect and the infection rate slows. Keep sending out your updates.
Thank you so much for all the translations! Have you come across the poster by We Are Here Venice in your sestiere? Its on my blogpost today (www.livesimplysimplylive.weebly.com) And have you heard any singing?
No, I haven’t seen the poster, at least not yet. We’ve got some of the “Andra’ Tutto Bene” posters made by the children. We haven’t heard singing, but as long as there are dogs barking in the street — and there are — we know that life is going on!
Thank you for the updates Erla, from your posts Venice looks empty of tourists but the locals seem to be taking the situation in their stride.
Here in Melbourne Australia, where the situation is no near as dire as in Italy, there has been emptying of supermarkets (26 aisles large stores) of toilet paper for the past 3 weeks. This weekend has seen the empty shelves for vegatables – only brussel sprouts and kale are left. Forget about pasta, rice and baked beans, and the most important canned pasta sauces(yuck).
There has been no edict to quarantine ourselves, it’s just gone totally mad.
We’re with you! Sunday, March 15 at 1pm Eastern Daylight Savings Time:
in solidarity with all the Italians singing from their windows and balconies, there will be a teleconference based in NYC in which up to 100 people will do an a capella singalong of “Azzuro.”