Initially, I believed indeed that a photographic finger exercise would help me overcome the fear associated with my operation.
I imagined a series of pictures about the shelf of my nightstand, the angles of view always the same, the passing of time, the pain of standing still, even though the changes of form and light are minimal.
However, these pictures also show this: Above all, they are about the horror — cut off from the outside world — of being completely at the mercy of others, the changes of the body as the only point of reference.
My thanks therefore go to the women who successively shared the room with me: Kerstin, Gudrun and Patrizia. Without them I would not have been empowered to overcome my time in hospital.