What is found inside a documents folder? An official language perhaps? Certificates, a driver’s license, expired IDs, my birth certificate, an army discharge. My name, my mother’s name, my father’s name. Symbols of a country and a culture. Different representations of my face changing over time.

 

It was during a winter afternoon that I realized something else was there as well. Inside the same folder, I found a photo album my father had gifted me — a human crafted document placed among bureaucratic records. The album contains images of relatives I never met.

 

From this encounter, Memories of My Father emerged. Structured as a one-take video essay, the film moves between these two ways of narrating a life: one produced by institutional verification, and another shaped by inheritance, affection, and absence. Through their contrast, the film reflects on perspective, authorship, and the tension between official history and the personal, transgenerational memory that quietly inhabits it.