Looks like an ordinary day. It's different for Jarda.
It's not a big program.
We're getting up in the morning. Jarda usually at five or six. The sun in Andalusia doesn't rise until after 8: 00. That morning in the dark is really weird for me. It reminds me of Estonia and the polar night.
Jard can't see it.
But I can hear him walking around his room. He's looking forward to it. I'll go get him. Sometimes he's faster, and he's already in the living room.
Then breakfast. Quality ingredients, rich breakfast, his favorite fruit tea, eggs, pastries, selection jam ham, fruit, yogurt. We're giving him a big selection of the finest we can find in the store.
Then the pool. Mostly 9: 00 to 12: 00.
After lunch, the pool again. Dinner. Terrace. We talk about everything: faith, family, war, children, opera, memories.
Jarda last swam seven years ago. Before he lost his sight. And so we started over. Exhale into the water. Breathe over the water. And then he swims.
He's laughing.
He told me he wasn't laughing much.
Then I guess he'll have to reconsider.
He's eating at the table. He likes food. Who wouldn't? One day he sat at the table and said, "Well, that'll be another pleasure tonight."
And it was.
Baked potatoes with cheese on olive oil. Vegetables with peas and asparagus. Chicken on honey and cashew.
Then the pool again.
I know this may sound ridiculous to some people. But this is exactly why we came here.
It's not about my memories of the same places with other people. Or what anyone in our group of assistants would want to experience...
It's about Jard's experience.
And the rest is a bonus.