Regarding the whole movie.
I think when we went to shoot it, myself and faith in the country.
was August.
As it begins, this story.
we do not like the beginning, the beginning is wrong.
President Condominiums it would take something like an explosion, a launched a book done in 3d that opens.
We sail in sight, I ask the President if we can shoot some scenes with the old shareholders.
Not many, a group of elderly reserved.
Three of them accepted, we will do all right enough.
One of them is Isaiah. He knows how it starts the story: do not pretend that in our goal and our hard disk, the real one.
He's got the start in the living room: the breath every time you sit at that table, the talks in the evening when you're done with dinner, but you can still go to bed.
Warm up with the same fire in winter, Isaiah and the beginning of our history.
He says it was all here. We had met to decide to see who was there to begin with.
A camera off, he says.
Do not make me talk, eh! I interviewed that I ... The
already trembling voice, the stain to the eyes ..
Sorridiamo. Tranquillo, gli dico. Prendiamo solo due immagini, si può mettere alla finestra, come se guardasse fuori?
Cerco il posto alla telecamera, non ho tempo, ma mi fermo un attimo e lui è lì, sereno, chissà cosa vede di fuori.
Questo sabato, 19 Dicembre, alle ore 16:00 all'Albergo Vallechiara di Levigliani, c'è la presentazione del documentario LAVORARE LIBERI,
di Federico Stagi e me.
Sono riuscito a liberarmi dal lavoro e dagli impegni, e vado.
Il lavoro ha i suoi limiti, ne siamo coscienti, imposti da un milione di cause che will not here, not the least of faith we are neither myself nor documentary with years of experience.
You can improve and will improve for sure.
But I've gotten spoiled in this work. And much
.
I for two reasons, which are two shortcomings.
The first has to do with Isaiah, Isaiah boats.
And with all of them.
"And there was nothing," says Isaiah, the voice that none of it to stay still.
"there was no water, there was no road, there was no lanes, there was nothing"
another, is called Emo, ends up him
"in three or four parties are cooperative with the shovel, the shovel, the basket on his back and went up there to work at incima Corchia.
How serious it was."
says, as an elementary school student will repeat the multiplication table: the camera makes bet on these jokes.
Then he smiles.
"Well, I mean. We are always here."
Alberto
"I remember in 1956, at the time of the birth of the cooperative, there was much enthusiasm and desire to work in Freedom"
Isaiah again.
"At that time it went not so well, was wrong. He was a beastly job and a job .. ugly way. "
" way "says broken, then you must resume again. And 'stronger than him.
The other is called Christmas
" trecentoventiquattrore in a month. En much, eh?
I was the day the night in the quarry, and the next morning to go to Lizza. "
seems to have made a brat, and he tells you.
" Because among other things, we were united us. We had a force! But not just me, eh. Everyone, all together. In the hope that there was a better luck. "
is not literal, not everything, what you carry.
free labor and the history of a country, Levigliani, who bought the last of the mountain Corchia De 'Medici. These old
have built their own quarry and the road to get there.
An entire road, we pass the truck for more than thirty years.
working night and day for months, won nothing for decades, stayed in a hut, risked their lives at every step under tons of stone.
tell and I have to laugh, do not hold anything, become entangled in the dialect, a party that have not finished the question.
I was trying to figure out whether to take the job, because it seemed epic, and perhaps not worth it. I asked Faith
hand, if I did I would have had to shut himself in the studio for months to do just that, and I can afford.
In an e-mail said that we could not reject Faith, it was too good.
"I do this here," says Faith in that moment, that their own accent and their own temper, "I wish them the government"
I shook hands with some of them.
This hand here. Who can not drive a nail. A
those hands there.
to Isaiah, for one, as I remember it now. He was excited. Sometimes it is Him
really strange, as we are.
Isaiah passed away a few weeks ago. He was over eighty.
I am lucky that I met him.
carry all of them with me, as an example. Of those who wanted to work free from the master, and paid enormous sacrifices, and some candle for themselves and for generations to follow.
Like me, and probably more, Faith.
What is the second reason. And the second offense.
Why because fate is something of a bastard, his faith in the presentation there will be Saturday.
must work on Saturday.
And so that will not get their due recognition.
Why him this job, also for reasons of blood, he felt it more than me.
And in the end, it's all over for him so well.
I'm in Rome, thousands more run after work, I lose my patience, not even in important moments.
Stagi Federico did a fold ever. If
gave in a moment, he's assumption.
If there was a pain in the ass, I could feel comfortable.
I was at the station, brought home, stuffed of stuff cooked by Ale, that if there is something there has cooked Ale, and sipped Sbrocchi hours by myself.
meanwhile, was by itself more than half the work, and corrected my.
Michel Platini said the top scorer in the Italian championship will always be those who will play alongside Boniek.
A part that I Juventus are a pain, I have not even Platini strings.
But if you send me in camp with Faith, I win too.
are all good as well.
I know, I broke the balls.
Last What I would like to be clear.
The beginning of the story we found it.
There is a mountain, there are Achilles, Christmas, and Isaiah, looking towards the mountain out the window, returning to their home, read the log history of the cooperative while the voices of others recall it was beginning. There
their photos, all around that block.
For me, the explosion is strongest there is.
During filming, I eventually asked them to look up from the register and looking up smiling.
E 'was a pimp, a species di trucchetto da vecchio operatore di cinegiornali.
Nessuno di loro, infatti, era naturale.
Il sorriso usciva storto, a tutti, anche se ci provavano con tutte le forze.
Quel sorriso lì, storto, con tutto me stesso, mi è rimasto a me.
Ce l'ho ancora, mi fa sentire scemo, a volte.
A volte credo che sia semplicemente tutto lì.
E qui c'è il trailer: è un pò pochino, e ne uscirà uno meglio,
ma per ora basta questo qui.
