Living in Beirut, a city where memory is obliterated by a post- war reconstruction process, I am constantly haunted by the fear of loss, the loss of traces of the loved ones and the places of personal and collective memory. Starting with images of my deceased husband, I embark in a journey into memory, lming my mother and my places of childhood, recollecting my fa- ther’s memory and lming Beirut’s historical strata and the city’s alienating present. Interweaving intimate and public spaces and times, past and present, I wonder if by preserving traces through cinema I could find consolation to loss.