Mjuke hendene

But behind the curtains in a Norwegian home for the elderly one hears whispers about hands. The absence of hands. And intimacy. Because spouses are separated. Placed on separate corridors. Double rooms? Double beds? “Why not? We are forced apart. We, who have been married for 60 years!” says Einar. A house. A miniature society. A closed room. And everything that the walls shut in: madness, humour, desire, yearning, sorrow, hope, and great romance. This is old age in all its splendour. In the House of Angels highlights a part of our reality which, in a positive way, will lead to other, more profound questions about our welfare resources for elderly people than have so far been debated.