I explore singularity and links through different journey of migration around the world with a connection with France and/or Malta. 
Each one become a member of this new family and has a position in the family tree as the cousin, the mother, the paternal uncle,...
The great-grandmother (extract)
I used to live in Malta with my husband and my children. We were poor. My life as a woman and as a wife was not an easy one… Since divorce was not an option in Malta, I had no choice but to flee the island with my six children, so I came here to Tunisia, where I met some other Maltese people. The first problem was language, but it didn’t take us long to start understanding Tunisian.
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I don’t want to leave Tunisia, I can’t leave my little ones. Where would I go, anyway? Two of my sons have opted for France, another one wants to move back to Malta. They all hope to improve their own and their children’s lives. My youngest son is living with me. He will stay with me, whether I remain here or am forced to leave. My family is breaking up, and I have no means of stopping this from happening. Tunisia’s independence is destroying the peace in our home.
The eldest brother (extract)
I haven’t seen my family in seven years. I have my ID card number written down on a piece of paper, but I don’t have the card itself so I can’t visit my family back in Chad. I miss them terribly. With my ID card number, I can work but I cannot open a bank account. It’s stressful having to go around carrying cash, hiding the money at home… What if the landlord chucks me out?
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