La Patania

“In March 1974, our mother died. In a Cypriot village which he Turkish army invaded a few months later. Ever since, the “green line” has cut Cyprus in two, locking the memories of the child I had been over there, on the other side. To weave a film in her image. To look for her. To see her alive. In other women’s gestures, in the faces of her children, in parts of landscapes that resemble her. In the voices of her children swaying their memories back and forth.” (Christina Hadjizachariou)