A personal story that captures a daily rhythm, a deafening silence, and most of all a timeless love of a 90+-year-old grandfather. A grandfather that still lives in the same house he and grandma Truuke build together, in a small town in the south of the Netherlands.
While being alone in the house, Jan keeps going. “De wereld draait door” - “The world keeps spinning,” he says to me during my one-week stayover. A week where I wanted to experience and visualize the rhythm of his life. He became 90 that week. It seems that nothing changed for over ten years, nothing changed after grandma passed away. Everything in the house, the objects, the patterns, and also the structure of the day - of the week, all is the same for over ten years. Sunday is the day for my family to visit. Every week. Always. It is the day in the week I experienced my grandparents during my childhood, the day that I experienced the house, the rituals and the love from my grandparents. Now there is an endless rhythm of being, of being in love, but most of all of being in a deafening silence.
