I wonder if, as both a Jewish and Arabic woman, I have to choose between these identities. I pay frequent visits to my four grandparents, who are Jews from Algeria and Tunisia, exiled in France in the 1960s. I am determined to confront them with the meaning of these two seemingly contradictory identities I inherited from them. With humor and self-mockery, I question the contradictions and the unthought aspects, and I stage the various versions of my family history, which I am constantly rewriting.
In this exploration of a history filled with gaps, I am delving into frustrated relationships with memory and transmission.
MAY GOD BE WITH YOU
I wonder if, between being a Jewish and an Arabic woman, I have to choose. I pay visits, again and again, to my four grandparents, Jews from Algeria and Tunisia, exiled in France in the 1960s. I am determined to confront them with the meaning of these two identities I inherited from them, seemingly so contradictory. With humor and self-mockery, I question the contradictions and the
unthoughts, and I stage the many different versions of my always rewritten family history.
In this search through a history full of holes, what are being told are frustrated relationships to memory and transmission.
unthoughts, and I stage the many different versions of my always rewritten family history.
In this search through a history full of holes, what are being told are frustrated relationships to memory and transmission.
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