I remember vividly the day Ida, my grandaunt, didn't remember who I was for the first time. Her little Jost, she used to call me when I was a child, transforming her entire apartment into my playground. It was a warm summer day on June 25th 2015 and it happened years after her dementia started to show its first signs.
Taking her photographs became the only way for me to cope with the rapidly progressive disease and to simply be in her presence.