Smoking is Bad....

Final project... Smoking is Bad, but so Enjoyeble...digital story

with ideas from http://ds106.us/2011/01/25/cinema-verite/

DS106 Project 2 complete

Originally this digital story was supposed to be only audio version. In compliance with DS106 assignment http://ds106.us/2011/02/19/radio-dramas/

However it wasn’t possible to reproduce true meaning without using original writers voice and music…

So I decided to include sub-titles, on original video.

Translation and sub-titles by Evgeny Latypov

Original Text Evgeny Grishkovec

Someones Game: Fallen Art

What is the reason being at war… governments have they reasons soldiers is just a pawn in the game. Great art work of the polish director Tomek Baginski

"Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out ... and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.... And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for 'the universal brotherhood of man'—with his mouth." — Mark Twain

http://www.fallen-art.com/

Call From the Past

Yesterday I received a call from friends from my past.

From past geography and time

I could fake happiness

I lied that I wanted to call myself but lost the number

-          Are you still in the city?- they asked me

-          Of course, where else can I be?!- I told them

They told me that someone is missing

Someone, finally, got married, and someone died

I found some words to reply, I was trying to talk quickly, I was busy

But today I looked at the sky

To dry my eyes or to wait for the rain

This city always has some news

It appears that most important events happen in this city

Why it appears so?

Why?

So many people gone and disappeared

And there is no news from them

Or maybe it’s me who disappeared? And where is my news?

I often want to call people who I think I know

And I often imagine that every voice and loud noise is addressed to someone

Who am I looking for in this city?

This city knows : those who arrived are definatly right

Those who stayed- even more right

I completely confused

You can not highlight me from those who burn here

Where someone is waiting for me?

Where someone is happy to see me?

Where someone will sincerely and strongly hug me?

And why do I so much care about this city's sky?

And would this sky hug me, the sky where I never was…

Original text by Evgeny Grishkovec, translated by Evgeny Latypov