Seeing What Was Never Shown to Me

There Are Things That Cannot Be Written

There are memories that cannot be told.
Because they never existed.
Because they were stolen.
Because we weren’t allowed to be there when they were made.

So sometimes, you just have to film.
Just film.

🎥 Filming an alley in Vietnam where no one awaits us.
🎥 Filming a glance when seeing one’s mother for the first time.
🎥 Filming a silence, because it speaks louder than a hundred paragraphs.

These videos are not here to be pretty.

They sometimes shake.
The lighting isn’t perfect.
Voices break.
But they are real.

📹 These are stories of adoptees returning without a map
📹 These are faces trying to recognize themselves
📹 These are bodies placed in places that never awaited them

Every image is a piece of truth.
Every video is an attempt to reconcile absence with the living.

There Are Things That Cannot Be Written

It took me years to dare to set up a camera.
Not to show myself.
But to no longer look away from what I had fled.

🎬 A forgotten name
🎬 An unfamiliar street
🎬 A mother who doesn’t speak the same language

And yet, we understand each other.

Because in these videos, there are no barriers, no comments, no justifications.
There are heartbeats.
And sometimes, tears I didn’t even expect myself.

What You’ll Find Here

🎞️ Filmed returns to Vietnam
🕊️ Intimate testimonies, unstaged
🌾 Places that trigger ghostly memories
🎙️ Filmed silences, for those who cannot speak

This is not a show.
It is a call to remember.

To Watch If You’ve Ever Wanted to Disappear

If you’re adopted.
If you’re not, but you’re searching for where you come from.
If you grew up in silence.
If you were afraid to return.
Or if you just want to see a face that understands you without speaking…

Then these videos are for you.