A chronicle about the everyday life of an Emmaüs community. Most of its people are migrants, mostly with children. They come from Albania, Chechnya, Morocco, Georgia, Mongolia, Afghanistan... Time flies between their work, homesickness, and nostalgia of the loved ones they will never see again.
My grandmother, born in 1902, had ten children in an agricultural, devout and patriarchal world. My mother did not want children. She wanted to free herself from domestic contingencies. She became a civil servant and a city dweller. All my life, I had to deal with this aversion that she transmitted to me. Having chosen to live in the countryside, I find myself in my turn monopolized by my home. It is from my kitchen and my computer screen that I reconstruct our women's journeys under the influence of household and family obligations. My grandmother carried buckets of water with a yoke every day. Today my friends are coming back to washable diapers. I summon people, places and archives to question my intimate history by dialoguing with Michelle Perrot, historian of women's emancipation.
Gaetano decided that he would bury his deceased brother with his family at all costs, even if it meant defying the laws of his Sicilian village and putting himself and his family in danger.
On present-day Reunion Island, Patrice finds out about his brother's murder from the mouth of his killer. The same day, he is evicted from his own house. Whilst his mother cries out for revenge, Patrice would like to find a home... and keep his mind.
Atchinsk, 4000 km from Moscow. In a building in this Siberia town, the residents cross paths in the stairs, not prone to discuss the current campaign to elect the next president.. Outside, the city lives by the rhythm of the cold, only the sound of the radio echos the anti-governemant protests of the capital. Those images of a sleeping town blend with some of the salaried-militants of Poutine's party. Iouri, political mercenary for united Russia coldly explains to me the mechanic of the system. The mise en scène of democratic life becomes a theater…