Lines of experiences contained in a senior residence

It's not the age that I have, not what people say, but what my heart feels and my brain dictates. - José Saramago

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Some time ago I accompanied a friend to an audio-visual work in senior residence in San Agustín - Caracas, where a charity event was going to take place for the elders who resided in that place. I accompanied him because that same night we went to work and so, in order not to make so many trips, I decided to spend the whole day with him helping him.

I had my camera with me and I really did not plan to use it that afternoon, but the tour of my gaze stopped and detailed each look that was contained in that place we were. We were in the dining area, where there were several tables for a general lunch between all the elders and the team of the place. Some gentlemen were happy, others chatted among themselves, several were falling asleep and a few had a grumpy face.

Honestly I have never been attracted to these places because they usually convey a rather depressing and delicate aura that I do not like very much to share. I have lived almost all my life with my grandmothers (maternal and paternal) and we have always had an interesting dynamic of jokes and long, long conversations, but ... With these gentlemen, strangers, I do not know how to react, I do not usually open up much to conversations and in occasions I prefer to happen of the deal.

The best dialogue I could create at that moment with the people and their looks was through my camera, capturing their expressions, their moods and their health.

What saddens me the most about sharing these images is knowing that more than one portrayed will surely be resting in peace at this moment. Preserving in this post their memory or at least immortalizing certain features of their face.

Despite the fact that I did not seek conversation with any of the people portrayed, one of them decided to talk to me and tell me a little about him. Honestly I do not remember his name, I think I did not ask him, but it was this man:

"I suffered from an ACV recently, and it affected my walking, it also hindered my speech and almost killed me.

That's why one does not have to worry, and do what you like, like you do.

Anyway I feel good, I feel better. Before, everything really hurt me, but not so much anymore."

And so the man concluded after letting go of all his words while I listened and nodded. Then he did not speak anymore, he looked me directly in the eyes to finish looking at the ground while I made this capture.

For the rest, I can only share with you those looks and lines of experience in each face that was contained in that place: