An announcement on a company to look for a house, a "vintage" environment. A response to my ad and I find the place. Is not empty, there dwells Lucrezia. The house is like I wanted it, is not old, but it is dated, with its decor "decent" nice and clean, with the furniture out of fashion. I am surprised at all the sacred images, that widespread religiosity, not shouted, but lived daily and privately. Lucrezia is lost in a different world, it seems at times to wonder who he is and where he is, Alzheimer's takes people and separates it from the "real" world. The embarrassment to photograph it disappears immediately, poses, and I was surprised and I smile, as I see in the viewfinder unexpectedly her smile, even though I do not know if they do it to my camera or a memory that holds in her arms . An unexpected encounter that I'm sorry to leave .... a demonstration of how photography will always surprise you, and give us the opportunity to meet people who somehow give us a piece of himself.
