There are the others and there's my lockdown. Like half the planet, I'm experimenting with confinement. From my balcony I take the opportunity to observe the irregular pattern of the passers-by. I already know that little by little we will get used to seeing ourselves wearing masks. It will not be anymore an issue since it seems to be going on for a long time. In the street we also walk a little differently. It is a matter of getting somewhere, of some necessary displacements. Even going out to relax has become a useful occupation. There are those who brush the walls, those who take advantage of the absence of cars, those, confined together who still touch each other outside, those who avoid each other. Are we still the same?