Memories
I was with my grandmother, moving out what was left of our old family home before its demolition, once a pub, later turned into a makeshift shelter without toilets or showers. It was our escape from the capital, a place to reconnect with the rest of our family in Picardy, in northern France. At one moment, she sat quietly on the only chair left. When I asked her what was on her mind, she simply said: ‘I’m just passing through my old memories
Memories
I was with my grandmother, moving out what was left of our old family home before its demolition, once a pub, later turned into a makeshift shelter without toilets or showers. It was our escape from the capital, a place to reconnect with the rest of our family in Picardy, in northern France. At one moment, she sat quietly on the only chair left. When I asked her what was on her mind, she simply said: ‘I’m just passing through my old memories