She has never been able to see. I watch her. We share a common space, her isolated home. She is unable to understand dirt but I know it controls every meeting she invites to, I see how people try to hide their sickness, how lonely this makes her. I don´t know how to help her. But I can see her. I move with my camera, and she accepts it, she wants somebody to understand her loneliness, she longs for her world to be accepted. She wants things to change.