Director
Trude was my grand-mother. An admirable woman, a survivor from the camps, a terrible woman. The imperious will to survive. I wouldn’t film her, ever. I didn’t want to look back, I didn’t want to hear of death, I didn’t want survival. I wanted life. I wanted to be free. Until Trude’s unbending way of speaking started to bend. I then understood the time had come to come to her and look at her, freely. To film life and death, my own way, at the present.
Audrey
Audrey has left Eric. But there's still Paul, their five year-old son: Audrey leaves him with her mum "just for the time being". But for how long? Until she finds somewhere to live, a new job, a stable companion?
Director
Audrey has left Eric. But there's still Paul, their five year-old son: Audrey leaves him with her mum "just for the time being". But for how long? Until she finds somewhere to live, a new job, a stable companion?
