Ti se opreste mintea. iar inima îti îngheata.
„Avalanches”
Photo by Julian-G. Albert
by Elsa Christensen
Part 1
It is Ascension day, Thursday the fifth of May, this year. A mother walks through the gates of Vilde „Home for Mothers,” never to return. She takes her son with her, a boy of about five months. The next days will be the first days that the mother and the baby get to be together without any public surveillance in a governmental institution, surveillance by the CPS.
Mother and child had survived five months away from home, observed day and night in an institution with video surveillance. Their performance of day-to-day tasks had been continuously monitored. In addition, daily notation of facial expressions, mood, and development were recorded. And then there was the IQ testing.
Why was this Mother’s freedom to be in a normal social setting taken from her? When she was thirteen years old she was at school…
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