A Journey in the Abandoned Hospital of Ellis Ilsand The idea This project emerged on November 2010 when I gave birth to an American baby. I was born in France and had never really questioned my belonging to a territory, to a culture, to a country, neither the possibility of creating new roots elsewhere. In 2015 I became an American citizen while millions of people where crossing borders everywhere on the planet, in hope of a better life. In 2016 my country of adoption made a disturbing political choice which urged me to react. In early 2017, I visited the abandoned hospital of Ellis Island and it all came together: the notion of migration, the necessity to question our pasts and our political institutions, the urgency to dare to think. The book In 2017, I took more than 50 anonymous photographers to the abandoned hospital of Ellis Island and asked them to search and share the history of their family's migration. On my second visit there, after an impressive snow storm, as I was alone in the hospital, I felt a presence. She was very young, she was pregnant, had come from Eastern Europe with her sister, didn't speak the language and had spent months in the hospital of Ellis Island before being able to enter New York. She has been with me since that day; in the discussions with my son and in the classroom with my photography students. She is with me as I am editing this project. It is her steps that I invite you to follow throughout the hospital. A wish I hope the images and words of this collective project will inspire our generation and the next to embrace the perpetual movement of migration and reinvent our social structures around it. Figures in the images come from the archive of the Ellis Island Conservancy and collaged by French activist JR.