She was 102 years old. It was the end of summer 2018. My grandmother made the choice to leave France to come and die in Belgium. The choice of a ‘sweet and easy’ death – euthanasia in Greek. I look back at what preceded her ephemeral exile and my memories of this difficult crossing. From the sound traces I have kept, I build a small object and dolls theatre, bring together ...
In 2020, on the first day of lockdown, a group of Belgian filmmakers started a dialogue with local healthcare professionals on Skype. Mired in the pandemic, these professionals got to know and trust the filmmakers, and began opening up about their experiences, feelings and struggles.
While discovering the existence of the Balai Libéré, a self-managed cleaning company in the 1970s, today’s cleaners on the same Belgian Univercity campus are questioning their working conditions and the feasibility of self-management today.
Confined in a small room on the eighth floor of a half-abandoned building, Jamal searches for the words that would solve the labyrinth of life and existence.
The voices of his North African friends, imprisoned in detention centres, come from the mountains around the metropolis of Athens.
Through the screen of my phone, I witness, in the distance, a painful process. In Shanghai, my grandmother’s health is deteriorating. Every day, my mother has to go by her side to take care. I had never fully realized how their relationship was strained and it’s a hard blow to rediscover the violence of this world I ran away from.
When eventually, I arrive in China, my grandmother has ...