I work on memory, the memory, and the disjunction between “what I remember and how it must have been because that can’t be how I remember it.” My family history is essential in this sense because it’s something that I understand, and it’s something that I can enter in any way I want and I feel very intimate with that history. I also have this sense (maybe it’s the story I told myself) that I’m reliving my parent's and my grandparents' lives together to bring something that could make sense to my own displacement as a migrant from an early age. I think I began to think about memory, to make a sense on all of it.