I wonder what everyone else has been doing. Not the people we know, but those that rest unknown with unshared, remote stories. We get to see so much content, that we miss out the one that might be more surprising and far more quality worthy. Where can we grasp that kind of news material these days, when the media is like a Xerox machine? Where are the stories about what all the clubbers have been doing in the past three months - and I’m talking about the ones that were spending there every night. How about a flight attendant that was up in the air most of the time? Or the smugglers of a neighborhood with bad reputation? Who knows how those guys that sell towels and handmade stuff on the beaches are doing now? Who knows how that student that made free city tours is feeling right now? What I’m referring to are those people that were so socially active, that the idea of #stayathome was the opposite of their existence; those persons that were hit right at the roots of their meaning, even if that is selling hotdogs on the streets of NYC. Ok, there are many of us that have exclusively worked from home, watched more Netflix, cooked more; visited our parents even less, although we were partially already doing that. I wonder how everyone else that never did any of this has been surviving, because their lives were filled with other tough stories to live. Now that’s the next tv series I would like to watch during the next isolation.