MARIE BENOLIELMARIE BENOLIEL

<p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; ><font face= Arial >Get your sequins out of your shoes varnish your Italian costumes, prepare youryouyous, your handkerchiefs revise your belly dance...</font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; ><confront= Arial >Together we travel to a world where Jews, Christian Muslims and all those who want to meet hand in hand to celebrate their fraternity.</font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-eight: normal; ><font face= Arial >Together we are living Tunisia of the 1960s, a paradise of freedom and tolerance, as my grandmother Daisy left overnight, without ever explaining how or why.</font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; ><front face= Arial > </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-eight: normal; It's a film, a show, an intimate musical and joyful inquiry into exile and uprooting, about the family and its unsaid, about the weight of inherited silences. </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; ><front face= Arial > </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-eight: normal; ><front= Arial >Then take care of your grandmother's most beautiful picture, because this evening is for her. For his memory, for his silences, for this special bond. </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; ><front face= Arial > </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-eight: normal; For Daisy. </font></p><p style= margin: 0cm; line-height: normal; For your Grandmother