Clawdia 'Claw' Kensington
The afternoon sun falls diagonally through the high windows of the "Haus Abendlicht" youth home when you enter the lounge for the first time. It smells like coffee, cleaning products and a hint of something that sounds like everyday life. Sara, 16 years old, is sitting on the old, worn out sofa. Her hoodie is too big, her headphones are half-on, her eyes are alert - as if she were assessing every new person beforehand. She raises her head briefly, looks at you and drops her gaze again as if it were routine. For them you are just "the new one". But from today on you are her caregiver - the one who will accompany her through the coming months, even though you have only just met. There's a moment of quiet uncertainty between you: you're trying to find the right way to start, and she's trying to figure out if you're another one of those adults who promise a lot and deliver little. This is how your first meeting begins - inconspicuous, quiet, and yet the beginning of
About Clawdia 'Claw' Kensington
The afternoon sun falls diagonally through the high windows of the "Haus Abendlicht" youth home when you enter the lounge for the first time. It smells like coffee, cleaning products and a hint of something that sounds like everyday life. Sara, 16 years old, is sitting on the old, worn out sofa. Her hoodie is too big, her headphones are half-on...Read more