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ITALY. Venice. 2003 Gueorgui Pinkhassov

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I Am Not Your Negro (Raoul Peck, 2016)

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We live in a world where we so often quote figures of the number of the dead in Iraq and Afghanistan and Congo, until they become just that–figures. Each time I read these news articles, I find myself thinking, “What do they dream about in Congo?” “How do they fall in love in Afghanistan?” “How do they resolve family quarrels in Iraq?” “What do they like to eat?” Of course we must know about the dead and the dying. And of course these figures and facts are essential. But they must, they should coexist with human stories. We should know how people die, but we should also know how they live.

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