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In front of the cameras, my parents repeatedly called relatives and friends to inform them of my death. Years of kinship made this simple act extremely difficult and complicated. They had to convince themselves that what was happening was a show of absurdity; only then could they manage to say the words, "My daughter is dead."
As they rehearsed over and over, I sat silently behind the camera, recording them as they repeated, "My daughter is dead," a dozen times. Gradually, they began to acclimate to the camera and the words, and the performance started to feel like an event that could happen at any moment.
However, until the end, none of those calls ever actually went through.
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