“I believe in Karma! Do good and good will come back to you.”

“Something really nice happened last Friday. My best friend is a midwife and she's going through a lot of struggles at the moment, including financial ones, because midwives are not paid fairly. She's self-employed and shares a room in a community practice with other midwives. The midwife she used to share a room with recently left the practice team. She took all the furniture with her. Now my friend and her other colleague were a bit at their wits' end, because they don't really have the financial means to completely furnish a new room. And so I started a campaign and collected money. A really good sum of money got raised! We have donated it to my best friend, so that she can furnish the room and look after families again. And somehow it was really nice and showed once again that if you do good things, from the bottom of your heart, there are lots of people who support it and that you can give something back. That was really nice. That's how I would describe my belief.”

A deep magenta came up when I closed my eyes. Curtains. A small room with white chairs, a small round table, and a wooden trunk. A single bed. Anni’s face in a close-up, her lips, smiling. Everything was very soft and serene, a feeling of surrender to the good in us arose. I started dreaming. How beautiful the world could be if we believed that every new life carried something good. A room where babies are born, a room like a womb. That every new life was inherently good, wanted good, wanted to do good. A life that means no harm, a life that wants to live, seeks pleasure, seeks happy moments. Not in a bad way, not at the cost of others, not at the cost of being lazy or committing any other “sin”. A pure life. A life that is alive. Warm, chuckling. I did decided to glue the lucky cent I found on the street while making Anni’s smallest on the back of Anni’s smallest. It has the shape of the Karma wheel.