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Heureux séjour
I never know what to say to my grandmother when she starts talking about her own death. I pretend not to hear her, or I change the subject to get her talking about something else, or to avoid dealing with it myself. I feel unable to deal with the subject, just as I find it increasingly difficult to visit her since her physical and mental decline began. She is fed up with a life whose only interest is our visits and the memories they leave. I have always loved my grandmother and I can't stand the thought of going to see her out of moral or family obligations. I'm her granddaughter and I have become something of a stranger to her. This withdrawal into herself, along with a growing submission to the staff and regulations of the "retirement home," makes me almost hostile to her. As if I was angry with her for growing so old, so vulnerable, and forgetful of our erstwhile complicity.
Belgium - 2001 - 55 mn - Betacam Digital - Colour
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