While wandering the streets of Berat in Albania, a man with the mannerism of a boy waved at me beyond a fence and beckoned me to come to him. As I moved closer to talk to this man, a woman sprang to the scene. Later I found out this woman was a nursing home worker. I was intrigued and compelled to get to know this place better and follow their daily life.  I met their manager and got permission to do so. For a few days I followed gardening, dancing and dining. Everyday events of the nursing home.