January 7th , 2020

Through the reading of the work Morreste-me, by my uncle José Luís Peixoto, I wander/travel through the places where my grandfather lived, and where his presence remains and resists/defies time. These are memories that I don’t have, but try to retrieve/reclaim/restore and feel the memories that I hear recounted. Fate determined that day, twenty four years ago, that I arrived and he departed.