Elena Ferrante. Those who leave and those who stay (№ 425672)

Unfortunately, decades later, I had to admit that I was wrong: there was nowhere to run. All these were links of the same chain, differing only in size: our quarter - our city - Italy - Europe - our planet. Now I understand that it was not our neighborhood or Naples that was sick, but the entire globe, the entire Universe, all the universes, no matter how many there are in the world. And nothing can be done here, except perhaps to bury your head deeper in the sand.