«Memory is a mish mash. To try to disentangle it, I proposed to my family members to organize a meal to commemorate the 10th anniversary of the death of my father. A brutal death: a “lightning” infarction at 56 years. From negotiations to head-to-head, from replayed scenes to anecdotes, from fragments of family archives to contemporary images of this family life, another film is born. A film for my father, while he has gone».
