In The Diaries of Adam and Eve, a delicious story by Mark Twain that today would not stand the test of cotton for political correctness, Adam adapts so well to the expulsion from paradise that he quickly finds the practical side to that new world where he has to live with death: “We made several skins of dead animals. I asked (Eva) to sew them, in order to have some suits suitable for public occasions. I have to admit that she makes me a lot of company. He says that from now on we must work for a living, because that's how it is commanded. In this she will be useful to me, because the person in charge of directing everything will be me ”.
This is how Adam, expelled from Eden for taking the fruit of Eve, becomes head of this universe that we have inherited in a work so ingenious that it serves to update the symbols of our time.
And we are not going to move from here to the feminist debate that the Amazonians made us so easy, no, but that of carnality. Sin, contact, the forbidden apple that the snake offered to Eve, and this one to Adam, truncated paradise and opened the door to a world of death and disease that essentially dirtied life without carnality in the garden of Eden.
These days, it seems that everything redirects us to that false universe in which sin is excluded: we cannot touch, kiss or treat each other less than a meter away. The meetings are virtual, book fairs, mobile, congresses or even the James Bond premiere are canceled. Many games will be without public. A German minister denies Merkel's hand, Pope Francis cancels hearings while the world fears for his cough and the Church cancels handshakes in giving peace. The culture of the friction that we like so much, that we need so much and that we have learned to develop in as many possible ways, wobbles to give way to a paradise very different from Eden, and is that of emoticon kisses, virtual relationships, Victory of technology and life without meetings. The right to rub is dead. China claims its capacity for facial control of the population - which scares us so much to those who still believe in freedom - as a huge instrument against the virus, and the networks celebrate that the relations they favor cannot contaminate us.
But we don't win in this new paradise without conceived sin. Many of us want to hug, we want to kiss, we want to contaminate ourselves with affection and that was the good thing about this imperfect world, where you can die but also love. And we will comply with the protocols as God commands, of course, but we will remember the phrase that Mark Twain places in Eva's grave: “Wherever she was, there was Paradise. Adam". Well, that.
The journals of Adam and Eve, by Mark Twain, have been illustrated by Sara Morante and published by Impedimenta.
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