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The aim of the work is to show the daily life of an Alzheimer patient. A concrete person, and to get into her inner life, into her house, her intimate place, where she has created her universe.
Showing what is important for her, her values, helps us understand how she has come here, what she has and how she has obtained it. Hers is a look backwards, far away and nearby moments that are strange and confusing to her. A past she no longer remembers in a hundred percent, a half truth, a selective past that lives with a confusing present, where she does not know what the confrontation from day to day will bring. Time stands still; the morning turns into afternoon, and the pains that come up with the sun measure days. Where there are neither obligations nor needs as we understand them, only extended and worrying oblivion.
Each time you go back to her house it is like a “dejà vu”, as if nothing has changed, the same questions, the same conversations, even the flowers are the same. When you cross the door of her house the same almost methodical steps are repeated, a routine, you already know what you will find, and also whom.
This is the life of Carme, a woman of 78 years old that has lived a life full of difficulties and who now transforms her past, makes it up and draws it the way she would have liked it to be.
Memories that tremble, with no solidity, they are not even memories, they get lost in a sigh, a part has stayed on the way, where truth and fiction mingle sharing the same stage. A small stage that is her house, where she spends the largest part of the time, going out is a small and great adventure.
Now she still has her days that are measured by anguishes and pains, that accompany her day and night, all this under control of her children that watch her in her daily life, trying to foster her memories looking at photographs, remembering songs, smells, her life, the dignity of a person who only wants to be where she has always wanted to be, in her house.