’Portrait’ was written in the spring 1998, at a time when I was a regular visitor in a rest home in an old back building in the town centre of Copenhagen. There I came to know an old lady whose daily life was darkened by despair. She would stand in the corridor in the grey winter light and silently knock at the window frames. Or one could hear her knock at a door at the distance - almost furiously. ’It is screaming inside me’, she said. She then could change into a little girl when I went with her into her room and stayed a little. This piece is an attempt to sketch a portrait of Caya.