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a film by  Nikos Kostopoulos  special thanks to  Hannah Kalverda (desert girl)  Simone Engelen (car and city)  Lavinia Xaousa (city, phone and hand))  Martijn van Mierlo  (director assistant) Philippe Moroux (technical and theoretical guidance and production for interactive interface)  . . . and to all that responded to my mail and provided a story a selection of which is provided below . . .  Spiros  "The brighter the sun, the blinder the earth" As the earth was sinking under my feet, the wistle of the wind was sounding appealing. A farewell was the only thing left to share.  Marios  ποιο υλικο αιωρει τους αστροναυτες της ερημου, ακομα και τωρα ειναι κριμα να πατησει καποιος το κουμπι. what substance is floating the astronauts of the desert even now is a petty for someone to press the button  Savvas  σώμα, γυαλί, ήχος τις πόλης, κεραίες τις ενημερώσεις ψηλά στο ταβάνι, φώς και πάλι σκοτάδι, ένα χέρι κρατάει ένα τηλέφωνο, αναμονή, ένα φτυάρι μαζεύει τα απομεινάρια μια άλλης εποχής που τρέχει στην έρημο, κίνηση, λεωφορείο, μετρό, τραμ, περπάτημα, αμάξι και πάλι το τηλέφωνο σε αναμονή κλήσης, κάτι μελωδικό ακούγεται από το ραδιόφωνο καθώς το ταξί με πηγαίνει να γνωρίσω τα αξιοθέατα, οι πινακίδες και τα άλλα αυτοκίνητα στο δρόμο με διαπερνούν χωρίς να προλάβω να τα κοιτάξω, με ξυπνά ένα απότομο φρενάρισμα και αμέσως τα τύμπανα από κάποια ψεύτικα παιχνίδια, το κομπρεσέρ και μια κόκκινη πετσέτα μπάνιου κρεμασμένη σε ένα σκοινί, μάλλον εδώ δεν έφτασαν ακόμα τα στεγνωτήρια και τώρα πάλι σιωπή, άμμος και φώς, μια γυναίκα αναπνέει, σαν να ρουφάει ζωή από αυτό το πανέμορφο σιωπηλό τοπίο και πάλι το ραδιόφωνο σε κάτι πιο Δυτικό πλέον, πολύχρωμα φωτάκια σε μια κυλιόμενη αναλογική σκάλα με μια ντουζίνα άσπρα πλυντήρια, μια τέντα, ο γέρο σαμάνος απουσιάζει και εγώ ξαφνικά βρίσκομαι πάλι στην έρημο να θάβω το κινητό μου και πάλι στον δρόμο, από ψηλά αυτή την φορά να κοιτάω προς τα κάτω, σκοτάδι και πάλι φώς και κόσμος, κόσμος πολύς να μου μιλάει σε μια άγνωστη για μένα γλώσσα. ευχαριστώ..  Reina  Ήταν μια ήσυχη νύχτα. Ιράν. Εκείνη ταξίδευε μέσα στην έρημο, σε κάθε αναπάντητο χτύπο ένιωθε να της μοιάζει πιο πολύ. Μια φωτιά ζέσταινε το σκοτάδι. Εκείνη μόνη. Έρημη. Έρημος. Ιράν. Ξαφνικά φασαρία. Κόσμος. Φώτα. Φωνές, αλλά όχι οι δικές τους. Εκείνη περπατά ευθεία μέσα στην έρημο. Μια παράφωνη μελωδία συνοδεύει. Αυτή; Ξαφνικά! Φασαρία, φωνές, ένα μαύρο πανί ν'ανεμιζει στο πέρασμα ενός πιο μαύρου κορακιού. Εκείνη ψάχνει. Ποιον; Ησυχία. Παλι μονη. Η μοναξιά ολόγυρα, πανέμορφη στο φως του μεσημεριανού ήλιου. Της χαμογελάει. Πλάσματα αποστεωμένα την κατοικούν. Στέκονται γερά μεςα της και παιχνιδιζουν που και που με εναν ανεπαίσθητο αέρα. Μουσική.μοναξιά. Πάλι. Έφτασε σχεδόν απογευμα. Χτύποι αναπάντητοι ακόμη. Μα πια στην ομορφιά της μοναξιάς της δεν θα'θελε κανένας να απαντήσει.  Lavinia  Where are you? Why I cannot recognize you between those thousands of people? Where are you going? You are turning around You cross the noise, You get lost in that Huge city Why aren’t you here, With me, In the quiet of the silence, In the eternity of the desert. Our souls, here, Over the dunes void be limitless  Hannah  Dear Nikos, I am looking at myself standing in the desert of Marjanjab, thinking, hesitating, missing. I am wearing a headscarf and a blouce. I'm as much in my own mind there, trying to clear up the mess that love had created in there, as I imagine the viewer must be in theirs, connecting your observations of a buzzling city and a blazing desert into a story of longing. Today is a special day, its the celebration of Norooz, the Iranian New Year, as it is the first day of Spring. Maybe our Tehran rooftop neigbors are dancing tonight with their loved ones. I had a walk on the beach in the sun with Miguel and Daria and two Slovenian Couchsurfers, both named Tina, we collected stones and shells, and talked about future plans. I am as far away from Iran as I am from you right now, sitting at a round table in my new living room in a new city that has, like in your film, its own colours, its own sounds, its own trees, faces and desires. Like the city of your film I am turning around the concepts of movement and imagination. Two months ago I thought going here was the best thing I could do, and of course, being here I am not so sure, I am missing my amazing group of classmates. In Iran I had the desire to go to the desert to see the exotic and barren land, but when we were there, it reminded me of the coastal area of the place I grew up in, funny how places become home. How is that for you, living in Rotterdam? Today I planned to finally write my lover a response to an email I received about a month ago. I was in Iran when I learned he had decided to meet back up with his ex-lover and in Porto when they actually met. Now I'm in Porto again, but I don't know what to write and postpone the email. Like the girl in the film is not answering her phone but thinking of what to say. I am glad the film does not end at the bridge, so I don't have to thin or make a connection to suicide here, I'm glad it ends with portraits of real people, facing me, being cool. See you soon.  Hannah  Viki  A place of such powerful contrasts. You would expect to feel more peaceful during the night but this city carries so many sounds, smells, images.. You have to step up a gear to be able to cope with the millions of colors that pass you by, as you stand in the middle of the street. And then just a few breaths away you can find yourself in the unfamiliar environment of the desert. You thought that it would feel hostile and dangerous. Another false expectation. In the contrary, this vast area of sand that surrounds you feels like an empty space that you can fill with creatures of your imagination. The sound of silence makes room for new stories that are waiting to unfold from your mind. Here you can listen only to one voice, yours and that is a feeling you can easily get lost in. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Wendy The sunset and the grey of buildings is dressed with the colorful lights of our dream.It used to be long and silent road that leads us to the stars -nowhere.When she calls it happens that no one answers The same tone endlessly, to the hear, no one answers The same tone, in the jungle of the city No one never answers.  Have you noticed how everything is beauty, when it's abroad ? Steps steps steps and all the tap tap tic tac Took the reality to another dimension Came the silence of the desert, came the purest feeling -she got it. In the desert, dried life stand still, until the wind wakes up.  "Bury the noise, bury my pain, bury my cellphone, under the sand of the largest nudity of lands!”  Zafiris  Desert is the everlasting silence of the inner gaze. City is the superfluous life. Choose, move between them, rest - then charge into ecstasy.
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