[Springtime lockdown 2020]

In the center of my daughter’s room there’s a wodden white little table.
Here she’s placing plastic glasses and dishes for our imaginary friends.
It’s two months we’re locked-down
and that’s her daily ritual in this fake-normal everyday life.
Sometimes she puts empty dishes, plastic animals, clippings
and even her 5th birthday candle, made under quarantine.
Always same objects, what we found at home,
for we cannot go outside shopping for something new.
A lunch with no guests: that’s her daily ritual
And it’s mine as well