After months of an everyday life dominated by the corona virus, the shutdown is lacking towards an end in Denmark. As the focus on contamination danger and restrictions increased, it left a lot of people in a bad mental health. Especially the elder suffered from loneliness as a result of the social isolation, but also anxiety of being contaminated.
In Jens and Bodil’s brick house at the top of the hill, the past and the present are woven together by routines built over a lifetime spent together. With family gathering and friends visits as the most important in their life, COVID took away what Jens and Bodil had dearest.
The lack of social contact lets anxiety and loneliness takes its hold of Bodil's mind. She can’t sleep, she has no appetite and gets thinner and thinner as days go by. From a position where mental health is a foreign territory, Jens writes poems as the days go by. It seems that time stands still, with only changes in the fjord, the fields and the trees bearing witness to time passing by.