Yamo: A Film by Rami Nihawi > My family so resembles this country, #Lebanon

My gap-filled memory only sends me back a few blurred or imagined images; this is how I grew up away from myself. Where did the first 16 years of my life go? Suddenly I wake up and I have no past. My imagination becomes my memory and reality becomes my imagination, like in a dream in which I swim anxious, tired.  

I live with my mother Nawal, my sister Rima and my brother Rayan, in a house that resembles more a hotel. No schedule for us or for the numerous visitors who pass by unexpectedly. We each live in our space, with frontiers to guard. None of us asks the other how they feel and we never confide to one another.  

My family so resembles this country where we live, Lebanon. No stability in sight, the problems lie there and stay there, no dialogue gives any concrete results; each one of us gives time the custody to bring answers and yet other questions.