From Faliere

Born and spent most of my teenage years in Haiti, I can say that I have lived the Parisian’s life in many ways. The start up of my education was in French and everything facing before coming to United States of America was indeed what was set to be in the colony, the French colony. The sense of inferiority and superiority, the illusion that a little Haitian has to be and act like a little Parisian to be a human or acceptable person to the civilized world were done in my oppressor’s tongue and its culture by diffusing or denigrating the origin of self including mother’s tongue and roots as the lowest form of being. Thus confused, I always know that one day the difference in between will be clarified and can only be done through knowledge and understanding.
In that say, going to the home of Napoleon, the ex-Great Empire, demolished by Tousen Louveti and executed by Jan Jak Desalin in the land of Kiskeya (Be careful in saying these great leaders’ names, I wrote them in Kreyol; say them as written; phonetically such as Spanish….and you’re be all right; okay…) and proclaimed their independence in 1804; Haiti the First to say no more to slavery, was never a dream but a privilege in accordance with my standing, time and devotion. That is why it is called a search which will be based on finding among this confused puzzle, self identity in foreign land, once lived my forefathers and I. As a film maker to be; visitation to the best studio, museums and take time to talk to local people and touring local libraries are the main focus. Also, visiting Sommet de Joux, where Tousen Louveti was jailed and starved to death will help in a historical point of view.
To say anymore will lead to exaggeration in accordance with time. What is been offered is a no money can buy opportunity. All I can do, just to be grateful of being around these great visionaries and looking forward to make the best of it.
See you there…Paris.