Postkort fra 2041: The Camera Goes Off at the Door
Trine.
New rule from October. We wear a documentation lens on the collar. For our own protection, they said, at the meeting, twice, in that voice.
I wear it. I do the corridors, the door codes, the medicine drawer. And then I reach the bathroom door and I switch it off.
They will see the gap in the log. Good. Let them come and ask me what happened in the gap. I will tell them: a woman of eighty-four was washed by someone who knows her, and nobody watched, because she is a person and not a claim file.
Fru Danielsen cried the first time I turned it off in front of her. Not because she was sad. Because someone asked her first.
Rain since five. Warm, useless rain. My shoes are on the radiator again and Amager smells like wet brick.
Yes, I have read the policy. Yes, I signed it. I signed a lot of things in thirty-one years and I have kept the ones worth keeping.
Do not worry. I am very calm about this.
Eat properly. Not just coffee.
Mor
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