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LIFE ON EARTH

"Dear father...

You will be surprised,
perhaps even concerned...

at receiving a letter from me.

Let me start
by saying I’m well...

and I hope you are too.

Despite the message
I had Jiddou give you...

a change in me makes me
want to come home to Sokolo.

The desire to film Sokolo.

The desire to leave,
as Aimé Césaire said.

Especially because
it is nearly the year 2000...

which I’m sure will bring
no improvements.

As you must well know.

Is what I learn far from you
worth what I forget about us?

Jiddou told me on the phone
that the birds have gone.

This is good news."

1 ea ve.

My hear? was bursting
with fire and arc/on

1 ea ve.

/’// arrive fresh and young
in my country...

and tell this country
Whose dust has penetrated my flesh:

"/ wandered fora long time.

/ no W return
to your hideous open wounds.”

As / arrive, / ’// sa y to myself

"Beware my body, beware my soul

Do not fo/d your arms
in the sterile stance of a spectator

For life is not spectacle.

For a screaming man
is not a dancing bear ”

"I will try to film that desire.

To be with you, to be at Sokolo.

Far away from my life here...

and its mad rush.

Far away from ’that Europe’,
as the poet said:

Europe con vu/sed in screams...

the silent currents ofdespair..

fearful/y pulling itself together
and proudly o verestimating itself

I sent some books to Ma’l'ga
for Radio Sokolo.

I hope he still does
his on—the—air library."

This is Colonial Radio,
voice of the rice fields.

Thanks for tuning
into the on—the—air library.

As you know,
it’s our last program this millennium.

Friends and brothers, I have chosen
a book that a lot ofyou know...

and others will discover.

You all know the author:

our brother from Martinique,
Aimé Césaire.

Here is a passage...

from "Discourse on C olonia/ism. "

"A frica ’s historic tragedy...

was less its coming in contact
with the rest of the world too late...

than the wa y this contact occurred

/t was when Europe...

fell into the hands
of industrial leaders...

entirely lacking in scrup/es...

that it expanded

Our misfortune meant
it was that Europe we encountered..

that Europe which is responsible
for the highest pile of corpses...

in history. ”

May Allah grant you long life.

Tell 33 that I got
his New Year’s greetings.

His message reached me.

Tell him we plowed
halfthe field yesterday.

We plowed halfofit.

Halfofit. A hectare.

I said a hectare!

Are you deaf?

Tell him Nana has arrived.

Nana!
Tell Ha'I’da that Nana is here.

You nearly hit me.
You’re not from here?

— Yes, I am.
— You are not.

— You’re from here?
— No, from Kourouma.

I knew it.

— Here for the New Year?
— Yes.

Why not celebrate at home?

I prefer it here.

Welcome.

— |s Kourouma nice?
—Very nice.

— Where do you live?
— Next to the bridge.

Ask for Tahara’s house.
She’s my mother.

— Staying a while?
—Yes.

Length: 132 cm.

Chest: 44 cm.

Waist: 42 cm.

Hips: 52 cm.

Arms: 60 cm.

Friends ofSo/(o/o...

it is a pleasure
to be with you this morning

Today is an exceptional day.

All over the world...

people are celebrating
the year 2000...

and the party is in full swing.

We askyou to be with us in spirit
during these celebrations.

Today’s main message
comes from our guest.

Before we listen to him,
let’s have some music.

Look, Koulou,
isn’t she beautiful?

Not bad.

She’sJapanese.

It’s the latest model.

She’s powerful.

It’s a real powerhouse.

— Hi!
— How are you?

— It’s been a while.
— Yes.

— We’ve lost touch.
— Yes.

I’m too busy.

— Been to Kourouma?
— Not yet.

— Still here?
— Yes.

— Where do you live?
— | live at my aunts place.

— Where’s that?
— I’ll tell you later.

Sokolo post office.

I’m Bina, the postmaster.

Marie.
You want to speak to Dramane?

Call back in 10 minutes.

How are you?

Happy New Year.

Catch you later.

Don’t forget to call back.

This is Colonial Radio.

/ have to end ourprogram now

It’s time for me to return
to my duties:

chasing birds.

For all your radio repairs...

Lassana Koné...

remains at your disposal.

My French—speaking
colleague, Ma'l'ga...

will be taking over shortly.

The Diabaly camp, please.

Just a second.

/t is 70:00 in Paris.
9:00 Greenwich mean time.

The news with Valerie 0har

Hello. /n 74 hours,
France will change seconds...

minutes, hours, months, years...

and what we’ve all been waiting for'
the century and millennium.

Not all countries will
change millenniums today...

because not all countries
have the same calendar

But those who do
will celebrate it in style.

In Paris,
thousands are eXpected..

to attend local dances
and fire wor/(s displays.

Huge crowds are eXpected
at the Eiffel Tower

For 7,000 days, it has been
counting down to the year2000.

No answer.

No wonder.

It’s ringing in England
and I’m calling Paris.

— It’s difficult.
— It won’t go through.

It’s hard to reach people.

It’s a question ofluck.

Okay, I’m ready.

Like this?

— Can I laugh?
— Of course you can.

Don’t move.

Ready.

I was sent here...

by the people of Farabougou
because of the birds.

They make our life hell.

We’re not allowed to kill them.

The rice is almost ready.

We’ll be harvesting soon.

Everyone knows only too well...

that working
in the fields is hard.

It wears us down.

Ho w can the authorities just stand by
with their arms crossed..

watching this disaster
without doing anything?

The y promised to send someone.

Now they’re saying
afl‘er the celebrations

What can we do?

I’ve heard what you have to say.

We’ll work something out.

Karaniara store?
Hold the line.

Hello, how are you?

Hello, how are you?

How’s life, Samba?

|s Bouyé there?

Tell me the truth!
Tell me really.

He’s not at Diadia’s?

He’s not? So where is he?

Where? In Ségou?

Liar! Bastard!

Idiot.

Call the Coulibaly station.

— The Coulibaly station.
_ 35--

35—20, then what?

20-26.

0urpriority.‘
a phone for everyone

Coulibaly station?

Speak up!
Cheikh Bouya wants to talk to you.

From Sokolo.

I’ll put him on.

Hello. I said hello!

Listen to me!

Can you put on one of the Moors
from the store across the street?

Any of them will do!

I’m Cheikh Bouya.

Okay.

He’s not answering.

It’s very faint.

Who do you want?

I’m trying to find Ba'I’.

He’s a shopkeeper.

Next to the cinema.

Idon’t have his number.
Idon’t know how to reach him.

I’ll call someone.

Maybe he knows him.

Hello. How are you?

I have someone here...
in Sokolo.

I have someone here...

who wants to contact
a person you may know.

Hold the line.

Hello.

— Go ahead.
— Uncover your ear.

Say your name.

Your name. They can hear you.

It’s Nana.
Tahara’s daughter in Kourouma.

— Tell him what you want.
— I’m looking for Bar.

— Say where he is.
— He’s next to the cinema.

He has a store there.

I’d like you to call him.
I need him.

— Say you have five minutes.
— I have five minutes.

— Call back.
— I’ll call back.

— |s Mami there?
— Ask him to come.

Tell Mami to get him for Nana.

Mami, the guy with three pockets.

Tell him to get Bar for me.

Five minutes. I’ll be waiting.

Danté. You’re still here?

— You haven’t left?
— No.

— When do you leave?
— After the fair.

Who’s she?

Tamini.

Coulibaly...

whites have houses in Abidjan.

When you enter,
the doors open by themselves.

Once you’re inside, they close.

— Ke'I’ta, I don’t believe you.
— Trust me.

Lots ofdoors are like that.
It’s true.

They’re electric.

You walk up, and they open.

They close behind you.

— I saw it with my own eyes.
— Bullshit.

It’s true. Don’t argue.

And here, at daybreak’s end..

is my man/y prayer

Ma y/ hear neither laughter
norshouts

My eyes are fixed on this city
whose beauty / foresee.

Give me the wildflaith
of a witch doctor

Give my hands
the strength to sculpt.

Make my soul a steely sword

/ will not slip away.

Make me a rebel to vanity...

yet docile to its genius...

like the fist
of an outstretched arm.

Make of me
the creator of high wor/(s.

The time has come to gird our loins,
li/(e valiant men.

But in doing so, my heart...

keep me from hate.

Ma/(e not of me the spiteful man
whom / despise.

/f/ confine myself
to this unique race...

you know the tyranny of my lo ve.

You know it is not
hatred of other races...

that makes me
the plo wman of my 0 wn.

What / want...

is for universal hungering..

for universal thirsting

My ear to the ground,
/ heard tomorro w pass

Niono?

Hold the line.
It’s Sokolo.

It’s Baba.

Like I was saying...

about the bicycle I want...

do everything you can to get it.

Sokolo is bigger.
The fields are further away.

We go all the way to Farimana...

and Faman—Bougou on foot.

Even the weather is celebrating

The sun is shining
again in France.

Despite an unprecedented
cold spell..

and heavysno wfl7l/
all over Europe...

blocking roads
and access to the cities...

the sun is back
for the new millennium.

Nana, sit down.

You spend too much time
at the tailor’s.

I’ll do you waist up.

Make sure you can see my scarf.

It’s time for the news

Before we begin
this january 7st edition...

on behalf of the entire station...

/ wish you a happy New Year
and a happy new millennium.

Army headquarters?

Wrong number.

This number is BDM—AT...

not army headquarters.

It’s the number he gave me.

The symbol of our arrival
in the 2 7st century is the Eiffel Tower

For the last 7,000 days, the
Eiffel To wer has displayed numbers...

counting the days lefl‘
until the new millennium.

last night, at midn/ght...

a zero appeared before
thousands of people gathered..

around the Eiffel Tower

Sokolo post office.

Marie, how are you?

Fine, thanks.

We couldn’t get through to you
this morning.

He was here, but he’s left.

Yes, it’s sunny.

You think it’s good for us.

In fact it’s our worst enemy.

Hello, G—Point?

It’s because you don’t care.

Hello, G—Point?

As you know, reaching people...

is a question of luck

Sometimes it works,
sometimes it doesn’t.

|fyou want, I can go get him...

but you’ll have to wait a while.

Asia was the first
to celebrate the new millennium.

In part one
of our world New Year’s tour..

here’s Ryako Suketomo in Tokyo.

/t ’s probably a good thing..

that life goes on
even if the centuries change.

Be Zen. Happy New Year

Ryako Suketomo in Tokyo.

— |s Nana’s photo ready?
— There it is.

|didn’t know she was so sad.

I want a copy.

Wait till she comes back.

It’s been hard
to get in touch with him...

so we’ll try something else.

What I’m about to tell you...

is a kind of secret among staff.

| tell you what we’ll do.

We’ll try cross—transferrin g.

What is cross—transferring?

It’s the repetition...

of part, or all of the message.

There are three kinds:

total compulsory
cross—transferrin g...

partial compulsory
cross—transferrin g...

and optional cross—transferring.

There’s also what’s called...

excessive or systematic
cross—transferri n g...

which is to be avoided.

Which one do you want?

I’ll take the optional.

"Dear brother,
I received your letter...

along with your gifts.

They made us very happy.

Dramane’s return...

is a good opportunity...

for me to write back to you.

This year has seen problems
on the land and on the fields.

The price ofwater...

and upkeep has almost doubled.

It has been hard to bear.

|fyou send nothing,
Idon’t know what will become of us.

Life in the bush
is only possible with assistance."

From Sokolo.

Sokolo, behind Niono.

Tell him your name.

It’s Private Lamine Sow.

Sorry?

Lamine Sow,
the Major’s guard.

The Major’s guard in Sokolo.

Sorry?

"There’s also
the problem of medicine.

Life is not without
its illnesses.

As head of the family,
it’s my responsibility.

We send our gratitude.

Thanks again.

There’s nothing like
being able to lend a hand.

|fwe don’t help each other...

the family cannot prosper."

And so / came.

Once again,
this life hobbles before me.

No, not this life.
This death.

This senseless, merciless death...

this death in which grandeur
comes to naught.

The de vastating pettiness
of this death...

hobbling from one pettiness
to the neXt.

Sokolo post office.

I can hardly hear you.

It’s not for you.

"Just do what you can.

It would lighten our load.

These days,
you are the only one...

who can help us.

Thanks again.

Thank you for helping your family.

We know it’s not easy.

Just a little help.

Believe me...

we know how hard it is for you.

I know that living in exile
is difficult in itself...

but the difficulties
are not the same.

May this New Year...

bring less hardship than the last.

May God ensure...

that it brings
much less hardship...

much less pain than last year.

|fon|y for the children."

We are standing no w,
my country and me...

our hair in the wind..

my tiny hand
now in its enormous fist...

and strength is not in us...

but above us...

in a voice piercing the night...

like the sting
of an apocalyptic wasp.

The voice proclaims...

that for centuries,
Europe has fed us lies...

and sent us plagues.

For it is not true
that man ’s work is done...

that we have no place
in this world..

that we teach this world..

that we have to walk in step
with the world

Man ’s work..

has only just begun.

Man has to conquer..

the forbidden
stilled in the recesses of his fervor

No race has a monopoly on beauty...

on intelligence or on strength.

Everyone must find his place
when the conquest comes

Now we know..

that the sun revolves
around our Earth...

illuminating the area
our will alone has chosen...

and that every star
shoots from heaven to Earth...

at our command,
without limits.

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