Sicily, it’s been a long time since Clyde Chabot’s ancestors left it to reach France, via Tunisia. The author-director reconstructs the scattered pieces of a puzzle that only her imagination can complete. The names of Agrigento, Palermo and Messina constitute in this perspective some interesting impulses. A piece of Italian cheese or an embroidered sheet… Clyde Chabot shares her family’s strange madeleines at the table with the spectators.
This story also questions migration, intimately and collectively, and its consequences, yesterday, today: leaving one’s culture, one’s language, to try to blend into a welcoming society, French society. Until the almost total oblivion and dissolution of its origins. Almost. The spectators are gathered around a large table, as if they were members of her family.