A host of writers wrote on Epidemi since humanity began registering their sicknesses, hopes, enemies, anxieties and how to face or interpret death. From Plato’s cave metaphor to ibn Sinaa’s instructions to cure deseased stomachs , to Jose Saramago and the white blindness that dominate one of his novels, to Kafka’s protagonist who comes to be a small insect, to Camu’s plague novel of Oran in Algeria, to the unwritten stories of TWO Milion people, besieged in Gaza in 2020, and their un-noticed confinement for more than two decades, not only a few weeks or months that drove the World mad until now ……….We all are seeking metaphors of survival, for our egoistic satisfaction and welfare. Our means are: books, art, films, small donations- only to fly away and evade the fundamental questions: Why are the poor continue to living poor, and why minorities, whether in gender, race or religious groupings, continue their un-achieved successful results of their struggles? while the few – who are less than ten persons- owning more than half of the 8 billion world’s population? Can we have a say on who own the World Bank or the International Monetary Font (IMF) as Jose Saramago once asked in a press conference?