Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Heartbreak of Poverty (2) in Bolivia


Take a cozy green screen studio, built inside a tent, to any place in the world. Then start collecting stories by asking random bypassers: what do you have in your heart? These are the stories from Bolivia.
These stories may stitch together as heartbreak of love, but it seems poverty is never quite far away.  I find the monologue an impassioned girl delivers at the beginning to be quite poignant:
Listen to my voice. Beware! I am the fury of the abandoned. Melancholy is my father, hunger is my mother, the frontier is my home. In the square I can see happy and sad people. And some people begging.

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