Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Elena Tommaseo] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see my old parents leaving their home in Venice. I can see them walking slowly and board a boat to Lido. Now they are walking, hand in hand, on the seashore, it's a sunny pleasant spring day. They are smiling to each other with renewed love.... Now I see myself flying out of my Delhi balcony, with brand new wings, reaching the same beach, but I'm a child. I start running like crazy, like I used to, till I reach the water, till the water doesn't allow me to run further. Then I jump and happily disappear into this crystal-clear sea that