The answer is this statement:
<span>Perhaps it was these desperate, bitter men in the
West Stand at Arsenal who taught me how to get angry in this way; and perhaps
it is why I earn some of my living as a critic - maybe it's those voices l can
hear when I write.</span>
Explanation:
Dear Diary,
These past days were traumatic. Italy is in a total Lockdown because of the Coronavirus, so I’m forced to stay at home, against my will, until the 3rd of May. I miss going out with my friends, to parties or visiting my grandma and spending time with her. However, I’m going to do what I need to do if I want the Coronavirus out of here.
The country was wholeheartedly Locked down, with all the schools closed and people needing to maintain social distances from one another when they are walking or going to the supermarket. However, on a positive note people are starting to wash themselves more often and are generally being more hygienic.
Talking about school, my school decided to do video lessons for a month or so, until this all blows over, anyway. My day in quarantine starts at 7:45 when I wake up and prepare myself for the first lesson at 0815. When the first two lessons are done, at 1005, I have a ten minute break. Then the other two lessons begin and then finish at 1205 and have a lunch break of 30 minutes. Then we have the last two hours and we finish school at 1425, a total of 6 hours a day.
So, my day in quarantine is not that interesting, but I am getting through it.
Bye and see you soon.
Edoardo Bozza
