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Bebo Storti and Lella Costa
 
 
lella bebo

In this desolated script of an “engaged movie” where extraordinarily paid actors for once free themselves from their being immaterial billionaires, a small tear opens up to a blue sky.
Tiny things, small initiatives, nothing resounding. It is the outcome of commitment and goodness of a few people who do want to give hope to those people who have none. It reminds us that a century ago we were also people without rights, people without saints in paradise.
I call these jewels “little joys”, wonders of care, products of goodwill of a few sensitive people. The work of women and children, who in that “exotic country” count for nothing. They are the very last ones. Thanks to this project, they learn that a person is never alone, that everybody can free oneself. These knots allow seeing beyond one’s sea;
a sea that takes us to unknown places, places of the heart. We used to refer to Cambodia as a very exotic place, full of wonders. But places like Cambodia, and their people seemed to be so far away and so appealing to us, indeed because of distance and diversity. A diversity that did not bother us or did not make us suffer from guilt. Times have changed; everything is closer and more painful. A bank can destroy the economy of a small country as long as that country has petrol or diamonds.
Westerners on a sex tour can turn a dream place into an open-sky brothel. Women and children become commodities. Many female and children turn their bodies into merchandise, because otherwise they are just crowds of underpaid, young workers.