The Liva Collective
BANG BANG BANGLA!
the workers restaurant
My Venture into the actual countryside: Chittagong
The Chittagong girl
In Chittagong, you can’t make one step without being surrounded by groups of curious and ecstatic eyes, identical to what you experience in Dhaka. But here they belong to bodies that move around you, follow you, ask you, in their broken English, always the same question: “Where do you come from, mister? Italy?”
on the tracks of Chittagong railway station
Street children in Chittagong
Time to make a film
A slide in the slum
Meherunnesa, Enrico and Kollol during the shooting
We got the impression that the film came to us, rather than us orchestrating it ourselves. For example, a ten-year-old girl called Meherunnesaen, was staring at us with a helpless look from outside the window of a photography shop. She was following us from the railroad where we previously stopped. When we left the shop, she offered us a lollipop. She didn’t speak English, so we couldn’t communicate verbally, but she brought a gentleness, a luminous grace, that caught our affection immediately.
Ext, Night, Railroad Slum.
The shooting has ended with the last scene: the young girl carrying her little brother in her arms, with the train breaking through the darkness and messing up her hair, covering with its sound the screams and the cries of the young kid. Enrico pays and thanks all the people that participated in the movie, then we are taken into a shiny metallized suv of a film producer that came to meet with Enrico.
Air conditioning is turned on and the guy immediately start speaking about cameras, costs, ballerinas, Italy, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand dollars, as his driver engages the first gear we move across all the eyes of the crowd that stare at us. Meherunnesa, her sisters, her mother and all the others, especially the kids, vows their hands looking to us from the back window of the car. In the head resound the words of the mother: don’t forget about us.
In the eyes the tears of Meherunnesa, her first shoes that Enrico bought her, that tomorrow she will proudly wear at school. And while the enterprising producer keeps on speaking, something inside silently breaks. “Consider the convenience and the farsightedness of such a fast growing market as the Bangladeshi one. If you want to make good business think about it, mister. Think about it.
In my head the words of her mother still resound: