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At the beginning of March 2020, life was normal, marked by the everyday vicissitudes of our work, our family, and our free time. Change is the only immutable thing in existence, but in our postmodern, hedonist, and self-satisfied society, we could not have imagined the events that were about to befall us and which have put us to the test in these past weeks. As with the 1918 influenza pandemic, a pandemic caused by an especially infectious and lethal coronavirus spread throughout the world from China, striking the heart of southern Europe with particular virulence. In the early days, Spanish dermatologists were on hold. We restricted visits, held virtual consultations, managed our schedules over the phone, or deprogrammed operating theaters with the expectation of being able to operate on our patients within a few weeks. This was not to be. In a matter of days, many hospitals were in a state of collapse and many of us were mobilized to attend the wards of patients admitted with COVID-19 or incorporated into the emergency department. Our residents had to suspend their rotations and join the fight, contributing their youth and their enthusiasm. At the bottom of a box, we found our old stethoscope and at the bottom of our memory we found the reflexes of the internal-medicine and emergency physicians that we had once been during our time as residents. With barely any time to go over diagnosis or treatment guidelines, without managing to find that first-year resident’s