I’ve been taking pictures and filming ever since I was in high school. Back then, I didn’t know why I was doing it. Over time, I noticed I hide behind the camera, especially when I can’t cope with the surrounding reality. I took thousands of pictures and filmed hundreds of hours of footage when my paternal grandparents, who raised me, died one after the other. I filmed when I was expelled from high school, when my dog died, when I visited Auschwitz and during my first trip with my remaining grandmother, Cica. The storm of overwhelming emotions seems easier to live with when there’s a camera in my hand. My parents had always had fights and discussions about separating. When I was a child, my mother often threatened my father that she’d leave him, but she never did. When I was about to turn 28, my mum visited me and told me my dad had moved away from home. She wasn’t able to say that he had left her, only that he had left. That’s when I started filming. For almost four years, I filmed my mum and dad trying to get over the scars of a dysfunctional marriage. I lived a love story next to Carla, and I watched her struggle to leave behind her family’s past to become my wife and, most importantly, a mother. I filmed myself in an attempt to understand my parents, overcome my fears and start my own family by becoming a husband and a father. Throughout this process, I tried to be honest and stay true to my emotions. Not only am I revealing to an audience of strangers a very vulnerable image of my family, but I also bear the responsibility of this representation in front of our loved ones and those who are yet to be born in our family. This film is the embodiment of a long and intense journey, from the pain and sorrow of ending a marriage to the hope of starting a new one.