A farewell letter, a furious lamentation to a mother, a land, a hero, a victim, a martyr. An exhibition of stolen memories and open wounds. “I saw in you what they saw, mother. You deserve your war”.
The wastelands and crowded streets of an African country are traversed by a woman bearing a wooden cross on her back. She is followed by sellers, beggars and passersby, outraged voices, pity and curious glances. In the meantime, under the scorching sun, in a roofless house, a woman is persistently knitting a garment, unwinding a thread coiled over her son’s face.
Mother, I Am Suffocating. This Is My Last Film About You. is a symbolic social-political voyage of a society, spiraling between religion, identity and collective memory.
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