At the beginning of this semester, people from our program organized a party for film students from Concordia and UQAM. My friend and I went, but we couldn’t connect with the people from the program. Then I noticed this painting. It was familiar to me. The whole night I was trying to think of why, wondering where I got to know this painting. Then I remembered that I saw it at a friend’s place, in an abandoned house. The owner was gay and had left Paraguay. He let my friend live there for free. I spent most of my days last summer in that house. It was a really magic space. In that house, the painting was covered by graffiti. I don’t care about the painting but this image threw me back to another part of my world. It represents my attachment to home, but the view is out of focus. I am always in-between two worlds, absent and present in both worlds.