I don’t know where I come from, so I go ahead to meet others, these portraits are people who have crossed my path since my childhood, with whom I have walked more or less long but who have all touched my curiosity. I wanted to tell their stories that were so special, the ones that took them away from home.
I ask everyone: Where did you come from?
It seems to me that the answer is a history of territorial memory.
This intimate and common question, speci c to a territory, has left its own unique traces in everyone. The feeling of the past is sometimes dif- cult to identify, probably because we have always lived with it. This question is a common thread that de nes our own territory because it has seen us grow or evolve, a place of pain on which we have often built expectations or desires,
