We all need heroes, especially in times like this. I too had a hero. COVID happened, and he disappeared. He lived in the building in front of mine. Many mornings I would see him wade out into his balcony to take his towel. Just this act made him a hero to me, or rather the manner in which he did it. He always came out on his balcony in his birthday suit. I have difficulty coming out on the balcony without my wristwatch! This man had guts, gumption, conviction... all the eyes in the world could not shake his resolution! But he was not an idiotic Don Quixote, charging madly with his lance at the windmills of the world. He always came out at such an angle that you could only see his back. He was challenging the customs of a world sensitive to what they see but insensitive to what they feel. Brave and intelligent, brown when in the nude, he was my hero! But from this March, when COVID reached Chile, I have not seen him. Where has my hero disappeared? Afraid of the disease, does he now co...