When Maja was 16 years old, her mother, the filmmaker Anita Killi, was diagnosed with cancer. Nobody knew what the outcome would be. But the whole family felt that a reservoir of good memories could help.
Details emerge from a storm of images, reduced to black and white, silhouettes only: a Ferris wheel turning mechanically, children playing ball, one of whom standing a little way off, a knife suitable for slitting one’s wrist.
What’s left are images, ordered by memory. A home, the cat, friends – Otto Alder’s restless photo animation balances openly and honestly on the border between what was real and what was also meaningful.
Driving through Israel in a bus full of film students – a great opportunity. But Sarah’s attempts to learn more about the occupied territories and discuss the Palestinian conflict isolate her from the group.