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Ardita Meha – Hvala mama
by Ardita Meha
« I was a two-year-old as we had to flee the city of Zvornik in Bosnia. In 1995 my father arrived in Switzerland as a refugee. We joined him only in 1996. As a child, I used to imagine a story around a reproduction of Renoir's painting Bal du moulin de la Galette. The story was about my grandmother, my mother and my father as they first met, and about a painter who had died during the war. I would stage vivid memories I didn't have, with the idea of war always present unconsciously. In my family everyone kept silent about our story. But their gestures never lied. »