Sometimes it takes a long time to understand that, maybe, one cannot cover the miles that separate them from home on a highway, nor through air or on water. The true dimensions of the experience of uprooting may lie not only in physical distance – they may instead float, volatile and incomprehensible, in the elusive substance of time. It is this same substance that the “Chronicles” of Maria Iorio and Raphaël Cuomo draw upon, a back-and-forth journey along the wild thread of memory – in other words, a breath of the past and the present, the only one we can hold on to before it’s too late. Their movie is a composition for multiple voices, hummed from one shore of the Mediterranean to another, from one mosaic to another, haunting the dead images of a forsaken museum. As if trying to project on the screen the immateriality of time, the authors chose the risky challenge posed by a documentary which does justice to poetry and goes beyond it, sliding along the strings of emotion instead of feeding us raw, flat information. What else can the light gliding down a wet windshield and a love song in an unknown language tell us except that, eventually, the moments of silence and the disappearances are splendid pieces of throbbing life? (Andreea Chiper)