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 One of the activities that is supposed, or at least recommended by ICOM, as the task of museums in times of pandemic, even though they are closed, is to document that time in the city. This is undoubtedly a difficult task for most museums and their professionals who have long been confined to their collections and buildings. For him, what the pandemic has brought again, at least for some of them, is the total absence of the public. Forced absence through compulsory closing of doors. Documenting the life of cities, their inhabitants, is something that we rarely find in Tugas museums. With honorable exceptions, these museums centered on their collections, do not capture the life of the outside world. Its professionals, trained in Portuguese museum schools, also lack the skills to do so. This year, ICOM proposes the theme of Diversity and Inclusion as the theme of the International Days that is celebrated on May 18th. Beautiful theme, within the politically correct discourse, which invites, in a year of tensions around the definition of a museum, the beautiful proclamations of principles. It is still curious that these major events are quickly appropriated by the museums' marketing devices. Failures in actions, capture external ideas, take ownership of the objects intended for that “international day” (remembering the social inclusion of diversity) to sell their own product. It would be expected, as museum professionals are recommended, that, for example, in museums in a city, activities arise about its most deprived populations, about the diversity of its people, about the problems that exist in this pandemic situation. And with some perplexity that among the abundant virtual and thematic initiatives that are emerging, this pandemic that affects everyone, which keeps museums closed, does not see a proposal for action by the museums that it affects. In my meager understanding, a museum that is linked to your city would be on the front line to face the pandemic. I didn't pretend that life runs normally, in a virtual way. Debating is not enough. Action is needed. My city: I leave. I can't find anyone on the path. I hear the birds singing and watch the spring in flora. If this was a normal time, people would see bustling, running to their destinations. I feel the sun on my face. I delight in the sweet breeze of the Swiss wind. On the way, amused to count pebbles, I get a call from cousin Ana saying that she is pregnant. There is life expectancy in everything. I keep walking. I get lost in the cliff. I let myself go where the wind blows. I will arrive at a good port.