Where I hide by Caroline Dawson

Valparaíso, December 1986, earthquake between the four walls of a house. A man and a woman announce to their children that they must leave everything behind and flee Pinochet's Chile. It's Christmas, little Caroline is seven years old and she will be nauseous the whole trip.
 
The little girl lands in Montreal. In addition to the snow outside, there is the wine-red carpet of the Ramada Hotel that welcomes refugees waiting for papers. There is also Passe-Partout who seems to be speaking to her through the television. After the first apartment in Montreal North, the reception class of Madame Thérèse who teaches her French, the children who make fun of her hair and her lunch box, the poverty of the streets of Hochelaga, there will be all that time spent in the banks where her parents do housework. Between exile, the ghosts of the past and the game of differences, little Caroline will hide her furious desire to live so as not to stand out anymore and become a model immigrant.
 
But how do we learn to stop erasing ourselves? Can we embrace a new culture without denying our origins? Luminous and alive, Là où je me terre explores the possibility of loving and fighting without having to flee.