Saba

In Brazil, a day in the life of a couple of 100-year-olds, from their morning awakening to going to bed. One of those days that life steals from death. A day of nothing special: the morning wash by the nurse, a glimpse out of the window, and long hours of waiting on the sofa, hand in hand, in drowsy contemplation of the beyond, that white light shining in from outside. They are there and not there. Or partly there. Motionless, outside of time and space. ( Yann Lardeau)