How My Grandmother Became A Chair
A grandmother loses her five senses, one after the other, until she transforms into a wooden chair.
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My Grandmother has always lived very close to my house, yet I never felt the urge to visit her often. I naively thought she would always be there, but when she passed away, I knew she was gone forever. At first, this film came out of grief in a healing process to overcome the loss of someone dear, but it then became an insight on human relationships. Despite being a loving person, my grandmother couldn’t see her African housekeeper Rose as part of her family even after all these years of living with us. It was only on her deathbed that she was able to perceive her for who she truly was, a human with feelings and aspirations. In Rose, she found family!

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