Social detachment, which is far from isolation, started at Pensão Simpatia, my home, 71 days ago. In a quick account, it's been almost two and a half months in which the only possible social activity is the quick run to the market and, occasionally, a quick visit to the pharmacy.
I really miss going to a bakery with people making coffee an excuse to meet, warm French bread, hugs and smiles exchanged when meeting friends, arriving at university and crossing with colleagues and students, people always so full of life and energy.
I always liked hugs, a greater expression of affection and friendship. The nod or a handshake are great indicators of a type of social contact marked by formality, albeit with touch.
Anyway, these almost two and a half months away from those and those with whom I have a social relationship with hugs made and make us think and rethink the symbolic dimension of gestures and freedom.
I once read a text in this Folha by the psychoanalyst Contardo Calligaris about the restriction of freedom that made me very uneasy. He talked about what it means to lose mobility, the possibility of coming and going where you want, and the impact of that on human subjectivity, citing the book "Trem Noturno para Lisboa".
This was during the monthly prisons and, since then, that reflection on free will does not abandon me. When I could leave at any time I wanted, this reflection seemed more philosophical than now, when not only can I not have tea at the bakery here close to home, but I can’t follow any sports championship that I most appreciate .
That is, in times of isolation we are led to pay attention to things that before seemed absolutely natural, without ever having been.
In these times of sports dry law, it is evident the lack that Sport, with a capital E, does.
Marketed as cheap merchandise by some or trivialized as a competition by others, it seemed so simple to have, and so obvious to see, that the possibility of it not even being considered was not even considered. Now, given its absence, we can say that sport is certainly much more than a competition.
Sport is a phenomenon as fundamental to society as art. Its potential lies in the transcendence of the human by overcoming the limits of body and soul. Of those who dedicate themselves to the search for the perfection of the gesture that produces the record, the victory and the defeat.
Enjoying a game with this disposition requires as much education as appreciating a painting by Dalí or Duchamp, a poetry by Augusto de Campos, a piece by Ionesco, a composition by Stravinsky, Arrigo Barnabé or Frank Zappa, or even a film by Buñuel or Godard.
The inability to recognize the beauty of the movement reduces sport to the result of the game, thus losing all the symbolic complex that surrounds this human creation.
And then, we have before us a perfect triad: education, sport and art. It is not for nothing that, in totalitarian regimes, attempts are made to co-opt artists, athletes and intellectuals so that they use the potential of their creation to convey ideas that are outside the parameters of democratic dialogue.
And, given the impossibility of co-option, destroy up schools, studios, producers, clubs and teams in an attempt to punish the free and creative expression.
If the Titans already proclaimed that drink is water and food is grass, I would say that we don't just want to eat, we want to eat and be able to play.