The daily life of a girl with a cohlear implant oscillates between duties and fun-and-play time. But no matter what, she seeks shelter and protection.
“I myself have always stood in the awe of the camera. I recognize it for the instrument it is, part Stradivarius, part scalpel.”
– Irving Penn
Shadow lies between us
as you came, so you shall leave from us
time and storm shall scatter all things
Sorrowing you must go, and yet you are not without hope
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.
You are not bound to loss and silence.
All things must pass away,
All life is doomed to fade…
(„The Grace of the Valar”, also known as Breath of Life. In original it is written in Sindarin language and sung by the women of the The London Voices:
Immen dúath caeda
Sui tollech, tami gwannathach omen
Lû ah alagos gwinnatha bain
Boe naer gwannathach, annant uich ben-estel
An uich gwennen na ringyrn e-mbar han*
Uich gwennen na ‘wanath ah na dhín.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha…)