Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Endless greed, mental void.
Nimetulla Parlaku
Anthony Rey
Ludovic Jaunâtre
Jérôme Poels
Giuseppe Fulco
Hélicotronc
Avenue Jef Lambeaux,
23 - 1060 Bruxelles
+32 2 539 23 57
[email protected]
2012
Kosovo, Belgium
8 min
Color
A woman listens to and translates stories of exile which stir her soul. Like fresh running water, these stories stir up a distant memory, the pain of which is far from soothed.
Nimetulla's films mostly concern marginal cultures. After a documentary about a rap workshop given in prison - Jail House Rap”, “Cradle song” is a poetic opus on perception of exile. For the moment, Nimetulla works in several Belgians prisons, on a project of video-theatre, «Empreintes du dedans».
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