My Neighbour My neighbour is 73 years old. It´s easy to understand that he was a little nervous at the beginning of the pandemic. “We old people are going to die. They want to kill us”. He lives by himself, just like me. Before the crisis we had a shallow relationship. We would say only the usual polite words to each other when we met. Hello! How are you? And that was it. As I said, he was really upset during the first two weeks or so of confinement. Then he started working in the little garden we share with some other neighbours. He would take care of the flowers and he thought of growing tomatoes, so he planted some seeds. Every night at 20:00 we would lean out of the window and applause the health workers. We started having small chats together. Every day stuff, in those days every day stuff meant disease stuff, so we found some comfort together and with some other people living nearby. Later on we had a week more or less of very nice weather. We would go out and sit under the sun, and talk for a while. I noticed that he was more relaxed now. The same happened to many people. The first two weeks were horrible and after that we got used to it. I learned that my neigbhour likes to joke around and that he is a good singer. He still says that he´ll be dead next week. Maybe, having that in mind, he found the way to enjoy his last days on earth. I´m joking but what i just wrote is half true. We bought some cider together a couple of weeks ago. He invited me to drink a very strong Galician orujo. Always keeping the distance, off course. Now that we are allowed to go out we don´t see each other that much, but we still share food recipes and we are going to buy another box of cider pretty soon. Now I see him going happily for a stroll with his friends. In the darkest times of the pandemic, we rediscovered the human power to help each other, on an every day and simple basis. Just getting together through this.