So long, DOK Leipzig — and thanks for all the films!
A few intense days of people, projects and stories, filled with inspiring inputs from the industry panels I attended and the conversations I had.
I’m particularly proud of Maria Dyrvik and her project “Hope is a Word”, presented at DOK Preview International. It’s a beautiful work exploring the power of poet activism as a form of resistance and healing in the Niger Delta.
But Maria’s presentation meant more: the way she embraces co-creation is a powerful statement — perfectly aligned with her protagonist’s words: “No one can tell your story better than you.”
Always a good reminder that documentary is not just a form — it’s an ethical and political act, a way of being and doing together.
So long, and thanks again for all the stories.
#dokleipzig #esodoc #documentary #socialimpact #festival @esodoceu@zeligfilm
Back at DOK Leipzig!
Festivals are those places that remind you why you do what you do.
Looking forward to the next couple of days — and if you’re around, don’t forget to connect… and enjoy!
#dokleipzig #documentary #festival #esodoc @esodoceu@zeligfilm@dokleipzig
Decollare dalla propria città pare stranissimo, quasi sbagliato… // Taking off from your hometown feels weird, almost wrong… #bolzano #bozen #nonluoghi
Ogni giorno dell’anno, ad un orario che varia leggermente a seconda dell’inclinazione della terra rispetto al sole e della sua distanza da esso, un manipolo di fotoni schizza fuori euforico dalla stella centrale del nostro sistema, dopo aver lottato per oltre 100.000 anni facendosi strada tra i suoi strati, ed inizia un viaggio di quasi 150.000.000 di chilometri nel vuoto siderale dello spazio per poi impattare l’atmosfera terrestre, essere deviato in tutte le direzioni come la pallina di un flipper in corto circuito, scontrarsi con una superficie di quarzo fuso sul lato opposto della valle ed essere infine sbalzato in direzione opposta, con un angolo simmetrico.
E dopo tutto questo, finisce qui: nei circa sei millimetri della mia pupilla stanca e assonnata. Come una freccia intergalattica scagliata otto minuti prima da un Robin Hood radioattivo e parecchio incazzato. E mi acceca, mentre fumo una cicca, sorseggiando il mio caffè, mentre stringo le chiappe prima della terza ed ultima C della mattina.
E quando è nuvolo, sento che è come se mi mancasse qualcosa.
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Every day of the year, at a time that varies slightly depending on the Earth’s inclination relative to the sun and its distance from it, a handful of photons ecstatically shoot out from the central star of our system, after struggling for over 100,000 years to make their way through its layers, and begin a journey of almost 150,000,000 kilometers through the void of space, only to impact the Earth’s atmosphere, being deflected in all directions like the ball in a short-circuited pinball machine, colliding with a surface of molten quartz on the opposite side of the valley, and finally being bounced back in the opposite direction, at a symmetrical angle.
And after all this, it ends up here: in the approximately six millimeters of my tired and sleepy pupil. Like an intergalactic arrow shot eight minutes earlier by a radioactive and quite angry Robin Hood. And it blinds me, while I smoke a cigarette, sipping my coffee, while I clench my buttocks before the third and final C of the morning.
And when it’s cloudy, I feel like something’s missing.
#terra #sole #fotoni #fottalls
