yesterday i came back to the meteorit theatre, to the festival "tyzden novich mensin" focused on new minorities.
this time it wasn't so fun, for the program showed documentaries and i saw "which way home".
this film doesn't say anything new. we all know there are dozens of thousands of illegal immigrants crossing the mexican border, in order to get to the united states of america. right?
right. we know, but we've never actually seen a real journey. this documentary makes hundreds of miles in the top of a train with children and teen agers.
a boy who just wants to help his mother, another one who was abandoned and never knew love, a little crying boy who was abandoned by the smuggler, a girl who's nine and wants to play in the snow with her mother who's in america...all children with sad and poor backgrounds who are determied to risk their lifes, who see people getting smashed under the train, who hear everyday that they'll die in the desert. and they continue.
some die, some give up, some manage.
most regret it. "getting here wasn't worth it. i've lost all the love of my family",