Feu ma mère

Of my mother, there remain a few super 8 films, sequences of silent lives, a reflection of what was her life, brief, secret and silent. Of my father, there are no images except perhaps the ones my features have inherited. My very existence is the only proof of the meeting between this young woman of the 70s and this Tunisian student passing through our town. Through this film, my desire is to go in search of them. An investigation that will take me from Belgium to Tunisia, from the past, when they met, to the present adventure leading me along the paths of my parentage.