BARCOLLIAMO MA NON MOLLIAMO. DI ANGELO FARESE.

We stagger but we don't give up!

First called heroes, then scum and liars, even slackers.
Night and double night, morning and afternoon in 13-hour shifts, keeping watch in the trenches of the Emergency Room triage, like little soldiers behind sandbags waiting for an ambush, the only place, locally, that never closes, the only light always on, ready to welcome, better than any chic night bar.

We are not actors paid to lie about Covid, as some rumors say, the numbers that appear on social media, in newspapers, for beds, deaths, recoveries, etc., we don't care if they're true or false, that's politics, we are on the front line, it's a different story, we run, welcome, help, listen, rescue, and not for the fixed salary as some believe, believe me, it's not worth it if there wasn't passion and love, in each of us for this job, better the factory or the hoe!

It's 4:30 at night, the ER almost looks like Kabul, and I'm not joking, positive or non-positive people, isolated and not, everywhere, in every corner of the Emergency Room, some in chairs, some on stretchers, waiting for admission, some waiting for the swab result, someone calls you from here and someone from there, a little old lady has her head bandaged, including one eye, a craniofacial trauma from falling down the cellar stairs, she looks like a survivor of the attack on Pearl Harbor, after the air raids.

Finally the night quiets down, sitting on a chair, under a plastic gown that doesn't breathe, even if at this hour it doesn't make you sweat anymore, but it warms you from the humidity and the night cold that gets into your bones, Anna, a nurse, closes her eyes for a moment, already dreaming of the road home.

Emergency Room, CTO Naples Monaldi Cotugno C.T.O. ( AO dei Colli )

Angelo Farese Ph