From my window, I see a vast garden belonging to a monastery which was partially renovated into a hotel decades ago. Just a few monks are still living in the massive XVIII century building, and the hotel rooms remain empty since the travel ban was implemented. Monastic communities were supposed to be self-sufficient, so the garden used to be a fully-functioning urban farmland once, with cattle, sheep and swine, rows of fruit-trees, vegetables and cereal plants. Now it looks like a little golf course surrounded by a stone wall, crisscrossed by sand paths and decorated with a few peach and cherry trees blossoming under the dim light of the last winter days. Continue reading “VIRAL TIME”