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Midas

I live in Italy. When the govenment ordered us to go into quarantine, my town became a ghost town almost overnight. Only one supermarket and one drugstore were allowed to stay opened for bare essentials. Everything went silent. It was eerie. Sureal.
Every morning, my elderly neighbour who lived across the street from me would sing this song while watering is flowers on his balcony. I remember how much that annoyed me, how I wanted to tell him to shut up while I was having my coffee.
But then, the virus hit and aside from the odd ambulance sirens in a distance and that heavy, dreadful silence, I would still hear him sing to his flowers every morning and it would give me a sense of normality in this nonsense. I found myself waiting for him every morning.
But one day, he just stopped singing. His balcony is still full of blooming flowers but I found out last week he died from covid-19.
When I heard the news, something snapped inside me. As if the last string of normality was suddenly cut. I hardly knew him but I was so heartbroken and I got so angry, I almost wanted to hurt someone...
Anyways, my neighbour liked to sing Pavarotti.
I promise you this, wherever you are, every morning, while I have my coffee, I'll put on some Pavarotti and I'll open all the windows so your flowers can hear it... .... .... Riposare in Pace vicino

"A beautiful yet tragic story about this song"

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