I took both photos at the retirement home where I work.

At first, I was able to take long walks with Gabrielle, but now she can no longer manage it. A year ago, she could still tell me a lot.Now she can't anymore.

She always wanted to return to Weimar.Now she doesn't anymore.

Her daughter lives far away and is struggling to survive. She keeps writing to me: “I am longing for my mother.”

She longs for a mother who no longer exists, and sometimes I think she longs for a mother who never really existed.