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// Seguido de Debate COLONIALISMO / DECOLONIALISMO E AS SUAS REPRESENTAÇÕES na Sala 2, às 18H00

Sofia Borges
Portugal e São Tomé · Fic. · 2023 · 15’

Em Fevereiro de 1953 forças policiais ao serviço do Governador Português em São Tomé e Príncipe massacram a população no interior da ilha, provocando um número indeterminado de mortos. Este filme reconstrói um fragmento de memória colectiva do “Massacre de 53″, a partir de uma conversa entre um Curandeiro e um Morto, apanhado numa rusga para depois ser torturado e deitado ao mar.
In February 1953, the Portuguese colonial police forces massacred the population in the interior of São Tomé and Príncipe, causing an undetermined number of deaths. This film reconstructs a fragment of the collective memory of the “Massacre of 53″, based on a conversation between a Healer and a Dead Man, captured in a raid just to be tortured and thrown into the sea.

Argumento Screenplay Sofia Borges com Honório  Soares, Inocêncio Costa, Marta Espírito Santo, Domingos de Barros
Produção Production Eduardo Pestana Pires, Sofia Borges
Fotografia Cinematography Afonso  Gaudêncio
Montagem Editing Sofia Borges
Música Music Rui  Viana Pereira
Som Sound Bernardo Theriaga, Rui  Viana Pereira
Com With Honório  Soares, Inocêncio Costa, Marta Espírito Santo, Comunidade de Santa Margarida
Distribuição Distribution OXALÁ FILMES

Director’s Note
DIALOGUE (a short extract)  “DEADMAN — Do you know? We don`t know why they killed us. That´s why we are returning from the sea. I was imprisoned in Fernão Dias and, they forced me to dry all water of the sea, later ordered me to dig a hole in the beach and buried me alive with my head out.  Later, they released me and they throw me overboard on the sea.  HEALER — Listen me, Deadman! We all tried to find our deceased relatives!  We searched on the sea waters, in the forest, in the city, under each banana tree.  We made D’ Jambi (1) in the forest, so we would not be seen by them.  DEADMAN — At that time, the population was very scared. Every day, someone disappeared. Every night, my father slept on the top of a palm tree.  On Sunday, when we and my father were leaving our house to go to church, my father and other men were arrested in a raid.  On that day, my mother ran a lot to reach the truck until she got exhausted. Until that day, she continues to try to find us.”  (1) D’ Jambi is rite of magic accompanied by music and dance, which aims to attract the souls of the dead and, through trance, communicate with them.

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