This project is about remembrance, about identity. All my relatives are passed away, I never had the chance to get to know them. Identity is knowing where you come from, who your relatives are. But what is a memory? I think it is a construction that exists only in ones heart and brain, it is a mixture of fiction and reality bleeched with time. Since my memory of my relatives are next to nothing, I create their stories, I create a memory of them and make my own identity through these photographies. I grew up in a house built in 1882, I have always loved the black and white photographies from the old times. Especially these two photographies of my grandmothers have filled me with some happy sensations, I have created the stories around them.