It’s very possible that the geriatric centre will be the last home for human being, his last refuge, his last home hence the easiness to confuse these centres in waiting rooms, caves of sorrow, in gloominess enclosures.
Most of the photographic reports already done about geriatric centres are focused on this aspect or are trying to show abuses cases or negligences towards the elders.
However there’s an usual reality less advertised revolving around the life created in geriatric centres, to these new friends and new romances emerged, games of cards or dominoes, conversations among elders, embraces or cryings between colleagues, stories safeguarded in each elder’s memory, to their wishes of being and sharing.
It’s a look of happiness, an snapshot of hope, focusing on the amount of life emerged at a geriatric centre.
