Fidelity — Briton Rivière
Personal reflection by Loes van Damme-Rietvelt What caught my attention? At first I see a bleak prison cell. A young man sits hunched over on a chair, his face buried in his hand. His other arm is supported in a sling. The barred window, the bare walls and even the rough drawing of a gallows behind him make the situation feel hopeless. And then I notice the dog. It stands beside him, watching him closely, its head resting gently against his knee. The dog does not understand laws, judges or punis…
