In 2015, what was far from Europe moved closer and what was familiar was suddenly pulled away. Since it was impossible to travel from France to Syria, I realized that there was only one territory where I could make the rules and be in contact with both the French and the Syrian sides of my family: a virtual land, the screen of my computer. Geopolitics could try as hard as they want to make my passeport and my origins enemies in the political world, I’m just a girl with a family. As I found old pictures and memories of a time when a passport did not prevent you from moving, I came up with an undefinable place, a moving space, that can only be shared in a concrete way and where I’m free to travel through the pieces of myself. Is my computer my freedom land?