For me, a memory is at first partial and consists of pieces that are constantly joining together until it’s totally constructed. It probably bears little resemblance to reality, but its essence stays within me. Memory blurs the memories and it’s this eagerness not to forget, I reconstruct and patch up the past, little by little, until a story appears which makes me the protagonist of my own life. Sometimes it’s difficult to remember but it’s always easy to reinvent the forgotten.