Ella loves tinsel. Her mum usually has a glittering garland with her. When she waves it around, Ella reacts with a smile. On good days, the girl gurgles with joy and laughs out loud. Even when Ella is pushed along shallow forest paths in the buggy, she is completely relaxed. The sun peeps through the leaves and little speckles of light dance on her face. That's why the Snoezelen room in the Bethel children's and youth hospice, which is funded by donations, is perfect for the twelve-year-old.
Changing light sources bathe the white room in bright colours. Dots of light flit across the ceiling. Ella lies on a soft platform, her head resting on a pillow. Bubbling bubbles rise up next to her in columns of water. Sometimes yellow or blue, sometimes red or green. Ella cannot speak. But her facial expressions show: "I'm fine here." Ella can't walk or stand up. But she stretches out her arms until her hands touch the glass. The bubbles bubble upwards weightlessly. Weightless? That's not the life of Ella, her big sister Hannah and her mum.