“The person who understands me best” is gone. Isabelle tells us in an endearing way about the relationship she had with her psychologist Katrine, and what remains after her unexpected death. The fact, in itself, is already astonishing, especially for those who attend this type of therapy. How do you react to the fact that you can no longer talk to your shrink, that the next session doesn’t exist ? How to reach the intimate moment of the funeral of a person with whom she had almost no intimacy, but who nevertheless knew her so well ?
Isabelle Field invites us to go through this moment of anguish with a very successful sound creation, which mixes her personal questioning with excerpts from testimonies of other Katrine patients, and brings us closer to this quite natural, but potentially terribly disturbing, miscellaneous fact. (Renata Pires)