Israel, The Forbidden Journey
Jewish, Algerian, and Communist, for more than 50 years I had refused to visit Israel, the land where my maternal uncle -my mother's brother- had chosen to live. What kept me from going there ? And if my hostility to Israel had only been an attempt to escape that word so short yet so difficult to pronounce: Jew… And if it were the same for all humanity? Relieved of the narrative which had made me, would I not lose myself? One day, I decide to go with a camera to ..... Israel. And I agree that my daughter, Naouel, accompany me… A debt I owe her.