IDFA #2 – Borders

Die Grenze als Hauptperson um die sich alles dreht, die alle Aufmerksamkeit fragt. Und die dafür, was sie eigentlich ist, viel zu viel ins Leben von zu vielen Menschen eingreift. Die Grenzen sind lächerlich und doch (wieder) DAS Ding im 21.Jahrhundert, die die einen beschäftigt und mit Sinn ausstattet während sie die anderen quält, in die Irre führt und zur Verzweiflung bringt. Seltsam altmodisch.

IDFA: “When you don’t have papers in this country, you suffer,” as one young Nigerian woman in the Netherlands knows firsthand. When she arrived here, human traffickers forced her to pay back a lot of money, and she was then tricked into prostitution. All she can say from her asylum seeker’s cell is, “I’m not a criminal, but they treat me like garbage.” Jacqueline van Vugt traveled to Africa to observe the borders that lie between Nigeria and the European Union – between Nigeria and Niger, and on to Burkina Faso, Senegal and further to the north. At each country boundary, she met countless people dreaming of a better life, and convinced they would find it in the promised land of Europe. That dream exacts terrible sacrifices. Border zones are brutal environments marked by the ever-present threat of violence, exploitation and exhaustion. Men risk their lives on the high seas in plastic boats, while women are condemned to work for a pimp. One woman’s arm is tattooed with her address in case she gets lost or dies. The closer the migrants get to Europe, the more the dream loses its sheen. And anyone who makes it all the way will get nothing like the reception he had hoped for.

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