In 2016, I crossed the Atlantic Ocean with a suitcase filled with my personal archive of hard drives, film reels and a few objects. My intention was to create a route for opening the archive I had built up while migrating during the last ten years and take the time and space to look at it.

While living in Amsterdam I started the process of de-archiving not just video and film material but also writings and audio recordings so my personal archive was expanded. Along this process my archive became a tool to grasp lost memories. So in any attempt at not writing, as I was trying to begin, I ended up writing remembrances.

In the process of remembering I tried to connect personal reminiscences with historical events or public memories. This interest in reading into the political context of the places (countries) where I have lived was evident in my archive where I found some video files of demonstrations and political struggles where the claim for social justice has the intrinsic violence so present in Global South, the geographic scenario where I have lived most of my life.

During this process of archiving, de-archiving and self-reflection I found a kind of mantra: I dream of a new world full of peace, while remembering, while feeling thinking, while feelmaking while migrating.