A narrative told in the first person in which space and sound work to rebuild a connection with the body that has been lost.
“This story is mine, but it’s not. It’s about the city that hides it and allows it to happen.” This story begins with a roundabout, drawn in black on white paper, in a dark and safe studio. The lines, the curves, the corners and the roundabouts materialise the story of trauma. They draw the contours of the city that took her body by force and where she rebuilt it. With a captivating installation, the director, a queer woman, gives a rare and vibrant testimony in the first person. (Catherine Boutaud)