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— Azar Nafisi // Reading Lolita in Tehran

“It’s 7 o’clock, the shift is over: twelve hours in the hospital.” There’s no room for mistakes: 7 am, 7 pm. You get in while the sun is rising, you get out while the sun is setting. 

“Before leaving you get under the shower and brush yourself head to toes: you have the sensation of washing the virus away, of getting out clean.”

Then you get in the car and the day passes in front of your eyes. You only want silence, you don’t even turn on the radio.

Paolo Miranda has been a nurse for 9 years. ICU in Cremona. “We are at the last resort. Here, where there’s a shortage of beds, arrive patiens in desperate conditions. It’s foolish to tell young people they’re exluded from this emergency: they’re involved as well.” 

Paolo loves photography, but there’s no time for hobbies now.

So he’s grabbed his camera and documented what’s happening these days.

In a shot, one of his colleagues is on the floor, exhausted.

She’s crying.

“In a moment of despair, the head nurse approaches her, she bends down, tells her everything will be fine. We’re people, not heros.”

Beds in ICU are all occupied.

“Since the beginning of the emergency I still haven’t seen a person who is awake. They’re all intubated.” And alone. “No relatives come and go with bags of stuff they may need. The ward is closed: everyone must stay outside. At the end of the day, one of us takes charge of the phone calls: there are parents and children yearning for a call. Not all of them are nice ones. There are people who die there, wearing the same clothes in which they got in.”

It’s not always like that.

“Like two days ago. A collegue of mine made a test for Covid-19. We were in the ward, they told her she was negative to the virus, and she started bouncing thought all the ward.”

After 12 hours the shift ends, and you go home. “I live with my wife Corinne, she’s a nurse as well. Guess what we talk about over dinner… You never stop, not even at home; you think and rethink to what you’ve done, to the next day, to when all of this will be over.”

At least until it’s night.

“I wake up suddenly. Sometimes I turn around and find my wife with her eyes open as well.”

Until the alarm rings. 5:30 am.

Let’s hope it’ll be a good day.

A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength , but by the strength of his heart ❤

Das tut gut!

For all,this is a hard time,but I want to say a big,,Thank you"for every doctor and nurse who is right now at work to help others and put their lives in danger. They are real heroes without a cape and they deserve a crown for their sacrifice. My mother also was a nurse until she died and she made me respect doctors and nurses more than ever,sooooo...I just wanted in the end to say,,Thank you!"

Ich hoffe du bist zufrieden.

Die Alpträume fangen wieder an.

Nur dieses mal schlimmer als je zuvor.

Nachts allein Panisch aufzuwachen und nach dir zu greifen. Doch dein Seite vom Bett bleibt leer. Nacht für Nacht.

Fall in love with someone you can be vulnerable with. 💓

— 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ˊ˗

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Aw, this is cute.