2014, july 14. I’m leaving tomorrow to Japan. I’m leaving almost everything in France, every objects, every memories. I owe a lot, packed in boxes. It’s hard to let them far from me, for several reasons, so i suddenly decide to take pictures of them. Too suddenly, therefore a few pictures are not good.

All those objects come from childhood, from my grands parents, including my father’s father whom i never knew. One year after, amongst those pictures, i look at the pictures linked to my ancestors. The pcitures have become like an altar, like this butsudan found in many japanese homes.