A shellfish and bean minestre that makes a few clams go a long way
What will I do when I run out of fingers? How will I keep track of the masked months – March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October – the counting of which has been my habit ever since the national lockdown began? I have no idea why counting the months is reassuring, but it is. Also, how to keep track of the dozens of masks we have accumulated over the last seven months? Blue gauze masks, homemade and themed masks, Ikea and plumbing masks; we have dozens, which, despite our best efforts, are everywhere – and then nowhere when you need one.
Masks are the sharp pencils of 2020. They have also been largely unquestioned in Italy, a country where, normally, rules are obstacles to be overcome; a badly organised, badly governed country, apparently. Not when it came to lockdown, however, which was as clear as a starting pistol. Or when it comes to masks: you go out, you wear a mask.
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