Living in Beirut, a city where memory is obliterated by a post- war reconstruction process, I am constantly haunted by the fear of loss, the loss of traces of the loved ones and the places of personal and collective memory. Starting with images of my deceased husband, I embark in a journey into memory, filming my mother and my places of childhood, recollecting my father’s memory and filming Beirut’s historical strata and the city’s alienating present. Interweaving intimate and public spaces and times, past and present, I wonder if by preserving traces through cinema I could find consolation to loss.
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