Ans, who only paints blue cats. Karel, who stares at the TV. Mr. Wouters, who at 90 is convinced he is the boyfriend of the young Queen of Holland. They are three of the 152 residents in Hogewey, a Truman Show that protects, behind two glass doors, inhabitants with Alzheimer.

(...) Apart from the lost gazes you can sometimes bump into, this would be a small village like so many: the little square, the alleys, the ducks in the pond, the tulips. The most skeptical have renamed it Dementia Village, or even branded it as a sick version of the Truman Show, a deceptive artificial reality. "But the sick people do not feel bad at all, and that's what counts." -director Eloy van Hal says. "There is no cure for Alzheimer's, but we have noticed that people here are far less aggressive, and they use less medicines. It's a milestone. We can not intervene on the disease, but we can improve the quality of life of the people who live here."

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///This editorial essay has been shot together with Manfredi Pantanella///
Text by Ilaria Morani