"My soul is like a snowflake.
You are melting it."
Time does not exist in the psychiatric
hospital in Surami, Georgia. Excruciatingly
slowly, the days roll by in an endless
stream. The patients wait. They wait for the
soup to be ladled from the huge tureens,
for a psychiatrist to find the time to
examine them, for a breath of fresh air on
the central lawn. But mostly, they wait for cigarettes.
In the meantime they talk. About their lives,
their dreams, and the hopelessness of their
existence. But mostly, they wait for cigarettes.
In the meantime they talk. About their lives,
their dreams, and the hopelessness of their
existence.
Children of Stalin demonstrates the powerful will to survive of people in vulnerable circumstances in a penetrating and often
moving way. One forgets there is still a
world outside the institution’s walls.
CREDITS
Scenario and direction: Harrie Timmermans
Editing: Menno Boerema
Camera: Chris Fawcett
Sound recording: Pepijn Aben
Sound design: Mark Glynne
Production manager: Manna Nasht
Co-producer: EO/Fred Kwint
Producer: Hans de Weers/Janneke Doolaard
Produced by Eyeworks Egmond Documentary
