My hands are shaking

Documentary filmis a patchwork material that was put together from my family's archival materials and images I recorded with a VHS camera, 4K and a mobile phone. The film plays out a psychological game between mother and daughter. The mother records the daughter, the daughter records the mother. The mother records the birthday, the daughter records the hospital and tears - together they create a cross-section of life in which we try to mark the space while fighting depression. It is also an attempt to gradually convey to the two most important women (mother and grandmother) that there is such a thing as depression and that it is a discomfort that won't disappear with prosaic home methods.

The film is a psychological portrait of three women: grandmother, mother and granddaughter/daughter. Each of them has their own traumas, but neither understands the other.
Everyone is afraid of the same thing - death.