Un salto en agua fría

When my grandmother’s house was sold, the photo album was divided as the only possible inheritance. Now, my mother and I review the few images that exist and that, for years, have shaped my family imaginary. Together, we invent a new album in which we draw the lines that unite us with my grandmother, that woman who always appears with a hard expression, without smiling. (Festival de Málaga. Cine en Español.)