Directors Statement
My grandmother was deeply marked by war — by loss, displacement, and the suffocating weight of occupation. Whether her pain came from trauma, grief, or something that fractured within her, I may never fully know. What I do know is that she did not choose this. No one does.
Ostarbeiter emerged from that knowing — a quiet attempt to make sense of inherited wounds that words alone cannot hold. Through family photographs, personal archives, and fragments of Ukrainian cultural memory, I sought to illuminate the invisible legacy
of emotional abuse: the way it echoes through generations, and how love can still exist within it.
This film is not an accusation but an act of empathy — an acknowledgment that those who harm are often shaped by harm themselves. It is a reckoning with the horror of what we inherit, and a gesture of forgiveness toward those who could not heal in their own time