At first, I would probably cry, then I would lie down on the sofa, on a soft blanket, close my eyes, and not think about anything, and fear would come out of me, maybe, like notes, with music, or with the singing of birds, the sound of the sea, rain, tears, swirling leaves and cooing doves...until I feel free from him...and more...
From viscous, stuffy anxiety, from masks, conversations, from fear for loved ones, from this smell of disinfecting liquids, from frozen faces, in whose eyes, longing and sadness.
From endlessly tired doctors.
From this mass of silent and lowered heads of people going somewhere.
I would cry, but it would be calm tears, cleansing, relaxing, probably comparable to Victory.

What would I do?
I would gather everyone from home, on the street, friends, acquaintances and strangers! I would buy cakes, pies, a bottle of good wine!
I would try to arrange a holiday for everyone who is tired.
Who won and who lost.
Who walked trying to smile, who lost loved ones and loved ones, for those who gave up from impotence, but still went forward.
We would all gather near the house, sing songs, sit near the fire, cook and eat barbecue, and other goodies ... and talk.
And no matter what, we would talk and talk.
It would be such a big celebration!
It seems to me that even the sky, the air, every blade of grass, leaves, trees, birds, all nature, and the earth itself would rejoice with us.
Maybe it would be a quiet joy, or with tears, laughter, I don’t know, but it would be freedom!
Suffered by the tormented souls of people, tortured by nightmares.
It's all over!
And the fire shines brightly in the night, illuminating the people rejoicing in their liberation!
May it be so!
Let's all believe in it together!
And let a miracle happen!
With love, to all of you, Daria.