The film opens with a person (me) talking a incomprehensible language...It is blurry and I speak...In fact, I am talking to my mom in what I can remember of our language...In my childish berber, I ask her to tell me about what is was like when I was born, the day I was born...I ask her to ask about ambience when I came into the world…

 

filming myself gave me more questions.

If I was another person??? and if I was at the wrong place???

 

1997 > Bricoler l’incurable. Détails, Windword/Douai.doc, La maison du notaire, Douai