This was my first short film. If one could call it so. Maybe it was just a short story.
It is a witness account, told by the voice of a girl who has no clue what the story means. At the time I was commissioned to make a performance on a pitch-black period in history. This was a study, how to tell stories which are inhumane and therefore incomprehensible. Once upon a time, a regime in Cambodia wanted to start anew by erasing all memory of culture. They did so by taking people into the rice fields and letting them disappear. Keepers of memories, even children.
Memory is all we have and on the brink of losing them, we realize they make us human.
The story is told by my daughter. She was six years at the time.