Ciara has returned to the village where she grew up with one clear aim: she wants to renovate the house her mother left her in her will and use the money made from selling it to start afresh somewhere else, far from that little village in the south of Ireland where rumours are the daily currency and everybody criticises her behind her back. She knows what they say: “what a bad daughter, she abandoned her mother”.
However, Ciara cannot escape voices from the past which resurge with every plate she throws out, with every piece of furniture she takes apart and every wall she paints. Each memory, each secret, further distorts what she thought she knew about her family and turns her past into unknown territory.
And what if she never knew the truth about her mother? What if she only knew how to see the sad, wrinkled, fragile Edna?
When you open doors to the past, you run the risk of not being able to close them.
The Geography of your Memory
