Stop talking!

Your hair is long. Have it cut!

Attention!

Who is reading the Koran?

Come here, son.

I seek refuge with Allah

from the accursed Satan.

In the name of Allah,

 the Beneficent, the Merciful!

Woe to every

slanderer, defamer,

who amasses wealth and considers

 it a provision (against mishap)!

He thinks that his wealth

will make him immortal.

Nay! He shall most certainly

be hurled into the crushing disaster.

And what will make you realize

what the crushing disaster is?

It is the fire

kindled by Allah,

which rises above the hearts.

Surely it shall be closed over upon them,

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It is the very truth from your Lord.

Today we are welcoming Jacek,

one of our Polish friends,

who will teach here.

And he starts today.

Take some, so that you also have a camera.

There goes the battery.

And what’s this?

How’s it supposed to be?

Here?

I’m pressing!

Don’t press!

I will, why do you care?

Leave it, the tape will end.

Leave it, tomorrow we’re recording a film.

You switch on only when you’re sure

you want to take a shot.

Your exercise. Start.

What did you want to show in the film?

Only the landscape.

But you were supposed to do a portrait of yourself.

Right?

Ask!

Sometimes you’re in a close-up.

I don’t know why.

I’m Ali Khorosh.

I’m in eleventh grade

of Art School.

And...

I’m in this school,

because my aim is theatre and cinema.

And...

Although, the theatre more,

I like to paint as well.

Have you already done any painting?

I didn’t have time.

But I’m very much interested in it.

I’m trying hard,

but I haven’t done any painting yet.

Watch it, so it doesn’t fall!

Keep going straight! Go, go!

Look at their shoes!

What kind of shoes is he wearing?!

You see?

Look, look!

Like a blind man!

And the other one looked at himself!

You see?

Instead of doing his work,

he is staring at the camera!

In the name of Allah the Merciful!

My name is

Saeed Ali Mansoor Hashmi.

I’m a student at the Art School.

We met people from Poland

and I’ve enrolled in their course.

Now we know that the making of a film

is hard work,

that this is a world of art.

I hope to become someone,

when the course is over.

Write!

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But what?

Don’t read mine!

Speak!

What am I supposed to say?

Well, about Kabul! What problems we have...

Are you ready?

No.

What does it mean “no”?

The most important thing is electricity.

There is no electricity in Afghanistan,

that’s where the problems come from – electricity.

And also...

That one night we have it,

and the other not...

What else can I say?

In some boroughs of Kabul

it’s like

they don’t allow girls

to learn.

They think, that if a girl

goes to school

her eyes will open,

she will be stubborn, and so on.

You said it wrong.

I’ll beat you and throw you off.

There’s a problem with the transportation

in Afghanistan.

If there was a school bus

the students wouldn’t be late

either for school, or for home

and the parents wouldn’t worry.

Now people don’t get along too well,

because...

You have a different problem?

Such, that we don’t have our freedom.

Everywhere in Kabul, where the mountains are

there is lack of water.

We have water!

No, we don’t.

We do! Why not?

We don’t have water.

Don’t make a fool of yourself!

Say that we have.

Even small children have to go down the hill...

And what else?

To get water

they go back and forth.

It takes time,

and they can’t catch up with the school programme.

Please, lift it up!

Thanks!

Just for a moment!

A moment is enough!

Hold the microphone!

Five seconds!

Remember to wait!

Don’t look at me!

Draw the water!

Enough!

Come here!

Go! Go!

- Mohammed Habibullah, your film.

- No, it’s either Mohammad or Habibullah.

-Shit!

-Sorry. How do you say: “Sorry”?

- Bebahszid [I’m sorry].

- Beber shit [Take the bedding].

He has caught my heart because

after having a hard day yesterday,

he has managed to do a film.

Afghans are quite tough.

A documentary means life. Authenticity.

In a documentary we cannot fictionalize,

because we loose authenticity of the story.

You didn’t catch life as it was,

but you came up with a story.

You put an actor

and you gave him a command to start, so he started.

You were his commander,

you told him to go and come back...

When he gave the command,

he knows it was his fault. It won’t happen again.

Bring water again!

What?

Bring water again!

Mother, what’s your problem with the water?

What is my problem?!

I don’t have water, what should I do?

Oh! That’s where we bring water from.

There is no water and no electricity.

Misery.

Mother, take this watch,

give it to your son,

and if it suits you,

than keep it.

We will come tomorrow again.

That’s a men’s watch!

I’ll bring a women’s for your daughter tomorrow.

- Bring me one too!

- Ok.

Good bye!

We’ll come tomorrow for sure!

We give him money

and the problem is solved – he’s ours.

Everything we’ll ask him to say he’ll say.

The viewer, who will watch the film,

he will feel that you have bribed the character.

Because at the same moment

the viewer will stop believing,

that the character is authentic.

I’m asking about killing the cow.

What do you think about it?

I have a good opinion about it, because the Afghans

kill with a knife, so that the blood comes out.

When the blood stays in the meat

it goes bad.

Abroad they kill

with a shot or electric shock.

The blood stays in the meat,

and it’s taken by bacteria.

Generally, Muslims kill with a knife, so that the blood

comes out, because the blood is impure.

Ok, but we’re not asking

about the process of the cow’s slaughter.

We’re not asking whether the meat is good or not.

We’re talking about the film.

This scene, where they lead out a cow,

and they tether its legs

he filmed that all

from a very good point.