A woman gives voice to Annie Ernaux’s text, The Years, through a few collected fragments from the shores of a timeless Sardinia. Neither the words nor the images, drawn from family films, are expected to complete the narration of her story: places from her past. The mountains on the coast, a seascape, gardens, terraces, and rooms of an apartment emerge like reflections of a fragmented and ever-changing memory, uncovered by a new light. The details in each gesture and each face, of scenes of a life lived amongst family, are reassembled and freed from their original context. They become expressive elements of a confession that is both a personal discovery and collective narration.