As I push my mother in her wheelchair through the heavy door of the closed ward of the nursing home, a woman with a walker approaches from the other side. As soon as my mother and I are inside, I quickly close the door. With a spicy swearing cannonade („Fuck you!”) shows the woman that she is not served by such rudeness. I apologize and say I can’t let her out because of the rules of the house. As I walk on, she types in a code, opens the door and walks out grumpily.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper on September 2, 2023.