The play with a fingers is a mother’s 28-years waiting. It is her looking for an unforgotten face, in images, using forgotten words. Because she knows that just like forgotten words, her ‘son’s name will be forgotten after her.
In the video; my grandmother plays the game with her grandson. She learned it from her family when she was young , but the words became meaningless with the intermingling of words from other languages, over the years. My grandmother also, had teached this game to her own son, my uncle. My uncle joined the a left-wing political organization PKK (Kurdistan Workers' Party) in 1991 to resist against the Turkish state's violence, torture and massacres. Since then, we never heard from him.
My grandmother is waiting for the coming of her son since 28 years. Every day she plays this game that she taught to her son, re-commemorating him. The anonymous guerilla images in the video are also the ones that my grandmother constantly watches with the hope of seeing her son. This game and the images are the search and lament for a mother who has not seen her son since 28 years.