Hikari is a Japanese word meaning «the light»
This work represents my compulsion to build and shape my own memory. To reconstitute some facts I haven’t experienced myself, but have unconsciously influenced me while growing up.
My grandparents witnessed the war; survivors who finally passed away and whose memories will soon be a part of history.
Only once did we speak about their experiences during the war. They told me how illness can take. away your sisters; the shame; the relief after the war; and the watermelons…
But after that night, we never talked about it again. As if my grandparents gave me their memories as a whisper through the air before allowing it to disappear from their minds.
Somehow, I would say that I borrowed their memories. I use their stories as source of inspiration for my own testimony.