On 2018 I decided to document the daily life of my uncle “Nano”, which was sitting in his chair, or going from his bed to the sofa, or in a wheelchair the few days that he could go out during his last years .. . I was always curious about his condition, I analyzed his behaviors, his peculiar way of speaking, his child’s mind, his constant trembling, it seemed as if he had Parkinson’s but it was not scientifically known why this was due, almost his entire body was shaking without stopping ; Since he was a child he began to suffer from epilepsy, after that, due to misfortune and medical negligence, more problems were unleashed that over the years became worse, little by little locking him in his own body which he was not able to control at all of his own free will. .
It was a couple of years and months in which photography allowed me to get closer to him, to get to know him better, even to love him, I understood how a force allowed him to resist so many years of torture, which not only suffered him but my family, dealing with his I weigh every day, but with all the love someone can give. I greatly admire my grandmother, uncles, cousins, brother, mother, those who resisted with him until the last day and who contributed their grain of sand to make his journey more pleasant and bearable.
His last months were the most difficult, his condition was degenerative, ending in the hospital where medical negligence did not lose its essence and where his path ended just after the priest’s prayer that he preached daily.
It was not known exactly what he had, why he left as he left, the only certain thing is that love overcame all barriers while it could and that in the end he stopped being a prisoner.