A former neighbor came into her house crying and put her newborn baby in her arms. The child has black skin, she has white skin. Five years later, this woman undertakes with him a journey on the Atrato River, which flows in the northwest of Colombia, to meet her biological mother. A small interior epic, fluid and trembling, among smells of pickled fish, orange and burnt wood. The opportunity to observe life, abundant and rough, which frolics along the river, where history is “a wound that we all have at birth”. First novel by Colombian Lorena Salazar (born in 1992 in Medellín), Towards the mother is an intimate reflection on adoption and motherhood, but also an open window on the horror and absurdity of Colombian violence. A magnificent piece of suspended time, which suggests to us that having a mother or not having one is a bit the same thing: “A mother hurts. It’s a wound and a scar. »
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