It was in the afternoon, I was sitting on my grandpa’s couch.
The door was slightly open and I saw light coming through, washed out between the white door and white walls.
All of a sudden, it all started making sense. I could relate what I was seeing with what I felt.
John is 75 years old, currently recovering from Cancer. Prova, recently had another heart attack. She can barely move.
They love the fact that i take pictures of them because then I spend more time with them and they don’t feel lonely anymore.
Here, life is silent, suspended. Everything is on a wait.
A wait for something that I don’t completely understand.