Marie-Sarah Piron

A young immigrant that fled Russia describes his solitary life in Europe, his room suspended in time, and the thing that lives under his staircase. One day, it leads him to another: his double, the one who never left.

Strange images hide in my mother's photo album, snapshots of her youth in Russia inside a colorful yoga club. Today, she devotes herself to other cults, all of which bring their share of propaganda, rites, gurus, and of course sacrifices. I play her role, to understand or to exorcize.

It is winter in a suburban town on the outskirts of Paris. After his father’s suicide attempt, Abdou, a young boy, is taken in by Sam, a neighbor in his thirties who isn’t quite sure what to do with his life. Over the course of an evening, these two lost souls meet and reconnect with their roots. A strange, sand-colored dog pays them a visit.

In the fall of 2005, a mother does her best to comfort her young son as he copes with the temporary absence of his older brother. Torn between the silence of the adults around him and a vivid imagination that’s starting to run wild, the boy struggles to make sense of his brother’s mysterious departure while confronting the shadows it casts in his life.

A gardener orchestrates the flowering of his garden. In his momentum, he triggers a unfortunate incident. Its kind flowers try to warn him.