Red Moon

At nine years old, Tuncay was torn from the carefree days of her childhood in her village in Anatolia. Her older sister, my mother, lived and worked in Belgium. She wanted her little sister with her to take care of us children. Then, barely a teenager, an arranged marriage abruptly thrust her into the complexities of life. An early pregnancy and the submission to a life she hadn't had time to envision clashed brutally with her dreams. And everything imploded. Tuncay was plunged into a struggle for survival that continues to this day. A journey marked by three women: her mother, her older sister, and her daughter. A portrait film spanning four generations and a geography stretching from the Anatolian steppes, through Brussels and Ghent, to the other side of the world where Pinar, her daughter, is on her path to becoming a new woman. Between here and there, my aunt Tuncay is the knot in a web of women. It is a mirror portrait that reflects the story of all the others.