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During the quarantine I took care of my maternal grandmother at her home in Bogotá, because she has Alzheimer's disease. This disease over the years has led to disorientation. Occasionally it rests in different places of the house with the lost glance. In the mornings she sits in the kitchen asking what day is today? And what should you do during that day?
Remarkably, as the days go by, her short-term memory has deteriorated, yet her mind keeps clinging to her home. Every place that lives there allows her to feel herself. She feels comfortable, she feels at home. All this has made me confirm that magical and strange connection that human beings develop during our lives with intimate spaces. In the case of my grandmother, she still has not forgotten every corner of this house, it is one of the few things that keeps her sane.
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