I am not underestimating the importance of magazines like Libelle and Margriet. For many of the residents they are their windows into the world. Few people here read the newspaper, and they rarely watch current-events shows. As the years add up, the world of the elderly shrinks. They venture outside the four walls of this home less and less often. Friends and old acquaintances die. They haven’t worked in many years. Nothing and no one to cater to or care for. What remains is Margriet. And plenty of time to keep a nosy eye on everyone else.
