The texture of memory gains bearing and its own sounds in a narrative which, stemming from image fragments (such as our memories), refuses to reiterate the expectation of violence and aggression in the bodies of Syrian men persecuted in certain territories. These bodies are managed by nothing but tenderness, fraternity. And this time narrated from the point of view of a woman, who also speaks of these cyclical processes of caring for one another.
The texture of memory gains bearing and its own sounds in a narrative which, stemming from image fragments (such as our memories), refuses to reiterate the expectation of violence and aggression in the bodies of Syrian men persecuted in certain territories. These bodies are managed by nothing but tenderness, fraternity. And this time narrated from the point of view of a woman, who also speaks of these cyclical processes of caring for one another.
Fernando Pomares
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