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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.
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