The Plague We Live In (Part 5)

But that avenue was without dignity. It stank of death and rotting acceptance, of dying civilization. Our conscience of human beings was taken away and hushed up by a new sense of inhumanity.
But she appeared immune to all that, as one can be immune to a virus. She floated in the new reality like she had floated in the past one.
Do you mind stopping here? I need an espresso. I asked her. We had gotten the traffic lights where Lukiškių aikštė ends. There was a small bar, a sort of garden shed bar with outdoor tables, where to buy good coffee. I thought that we could sit there and take off our masks, drink coffee and for a while delude ourselves in the sunlight. Like before.
People here are getting tired. They began to sue the government. Some opposition politicians finally begin to speak out. She shot plainly.
I think you need, you all people, you need to support these politicians. The interests of ordinary people like you and me can meet for a while their interests and vice-versa. You can walk together for a while. If they feel supported by people if they see consense grow around them they can dare more. I insisted.
People were passing by. Old people, young boys, beautiful girls, mothers with their little children. Workers... We were sitting down in that corner of the square and we felt as live as possible when the day that you feel the world falling apart has come.
Silly, I smiled.
You laugh?
Yes.
But why?
I can no longer distinguish between reality and lies.
Tikrai?
Taip. Mūsų pasaulis miręs. I said. But I was grasped by the heavy thought of somebody who has to alter the whole course of his life.
I felt censored and displaced.
I thought of Alvaro. And the day I met him. Many months ago.