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Deo, a childhood memory

from 1976 to 1980 I spent my childhood in Abruzzo, Montesilvano in the province of Pescara. Then the village was a sea of \u200b\u200bagglomeration of buildings under construction and asphalt roads, the elementary school I attended was arranged at a local school classroom with a teacher and several old school friends who came from the hinterland, farmers' sons seeds illiterate.

My house was near the railway skirted a field and fallow, the only space we had in the area to play. In that area, my fever started to film for the camera and the movies, a passion for me, quite prohibitive. At the time, fans of home cinema used the 8 mm film cameras or Super 8, which cost a fortune, because in support of these needed to buy a projector and a screen of that size to be able to see their projections. Then, for those who wanted to do some 'post-production, it needed a little slow motion and a mechanical splicer with tape to make a rough cut and spliced \u200b\u200bfilm editing. I though this was not envying those who had neither one is something I could do the other thing, because she did not have camera or projector. Taken by anxiety but I could not and should not have to give up fantasies, just dismounted, and an old pair of binoculars along with a small wooden box I built a fake camera and the image with this take everything. My imagination went further, I could not be me doing the shooting, but a fictional character, who wanted to shoot it, because I figured not exactly young, but about fifty years, operator of the Rai and film maniac. Was born in my imagination a Deo, who replaced me every time with my parents went out for a walk. Deo, took possession of my personality took over everything with his camera, but the reality revealed a child of just over ten years with his wooden box. Deo was not active and did not live in Montesilvano, Deo lived in Florence, in my hometown and in his home imaginary filed its shots in an archive for a trace of his walks, his life. Deo disappeared with the arrival in my adolescence, forgotten between childhood games, but his stock has remained in my heart. The passion for shooting was awakened when I grew up and then when digital technology has enabled me to cultivate this passion since then I have never stopped to produce videos, short films and movies, in full freedom, and self-taught independent filmmaker .

to fantasize more ... Deo, passed away January 30, 2011, and on his deathbed he told me: "Go to my house, entering the office, the film library is that there is yours, and make good use, you deserve it And thanks to you I have experienced. The contents of the film library emotions cause you only appreciate if you know the least that's around you, in essence, in its aspects of photography, good vision ... goodbye "

Today I feel the need to bring to light that 'Store, those shots that are still in my mind, bringing it all back in time and retrace the life of Deo.

Deo, then materialized and his shots, made through detailed digital reconstruction, came to light thanks to the chosen settings and the minimalism that has marked them in my memories.

The profile now Deo is rebuilt, I describe here to faithfully followed in respect of how I imagined in my childhood.

name: David Santignani, friends Deo.

was born in Florence, May 20, 1927, son of Leah and Joseph Giovannini Santignani, a dealer in tripe and offal to the central market in Florence. He worked with his father until 1952, when he was hired as an assistant to RAI radio programs of study. Passionate about cinema in 1956 bought his first 8mm camera with which he experienced his first shooting. "Simplicity minimum" will be his first work of experimental cinema. With the advent of television and was promoted with his camera operator will run the world, without abandoning its own ambitions. Together with his cousin Dino is proposed for any adventure, the more bizarre stories of his class.

Deo also distinguished himself as a good uncle, had no children, but two sons Luciano grandchildren, his brother, they called him "Grandpa Deo."

the age of sixty years, was suffering from a serious illness to the view that forced him to abandon his passion for ever. Deo so he retired in absolute silence in the hills of Tuscany to the day of his death, January 30, 2011.

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Immigrants in Italy! Let us remember who we are and where we're back.

Some days ago I was amazed by how a television (Mediaset) has showcased the story of the lady who accompanied her son to school wearing the burqa.
First to write anything I want to make a clarification, my best man is Egyptian and Muslim.
I was terrified because at that time the debate blamed the people asking the woman to remove her veil.
Now I assume I think that that kind of unwritten obligation is to be compared to any kind of violence against women. up here are my thoughts pure.
What I want to examine is how may, during a television broadcast, feed the notion that we can not force them to remove the veil. I try to explain.
remember what happened to us when we were forced to emigrate.
On 19 October 1945 a law was passed humiliating , a kind of covenant of understanding between Italy and Belgium. in this covenant Belgium undertakes to give Italy 24 tons of coal for every Italian that he was going to remove the Belgian mines.
On 23 June 1946 extended the agreement by promoting the transfer of 50,000 Italians in Belgium to Italy to ensure an appropriate quantity of coal.
But this is just an example of the treatment he gave us. The thing that baffles me even more is the lack of knowledge that children have about the emigration of our ancestors.
Even during an exhibition of Italian immigrants were interviewed about 890 teenagers, aged between 16 and 24 years who were asked what they knew on this migration. This was the result:
* 32% of respondents did not know anything
* 37% know little and heard it on TV
* 21% have heard of it at home from the "old"
Leaving aside the numbers that can say everything and anything we must be honest and realize that when we escaped from the mother land because we were starving, we landed in was that they treated us like slaves, they put us inside the factories where they did not want to go.
Just ask those who lived through that period.
we were held up and apostrophes in all modes, called slaves forced to shifts stabbing. We brought the mafia, some have become rich, but always subject to the rules of our hosts. Why even workers, good people who pay taxes have always been treated as guests. And as you know, guests stink after three days.
Returning to bomb the argument from which we started, I do not say certainly that the treatment that has been reserved with whom we have to replicate is in Italy for help. I'm just saying there are rules that must be complied willingly or unwillingly.
The lady of the burqa to take to school the child went to the bank with the burqa in the head, to make the recognition of the document employees had to wait for the release of all At that point her husband has "granted" his wife to raise the veil.
What I wonder is, but how the hell did you get into the bank with the burqa that if I approach I with the helmet to the bank security guard called the police.
spectacularized absurd to make listeners, and you're on television you do not know who's on the other side. Now we explain to our children what happened, spieghiamogli that the woman with the burqa has accompanied her son to school, the children were frightened and television went to do a service to the extreme the incident. Spieghiamogli that the easiest thing would be to explain to the kids at school that person is bad, indeed it may be a victim and ask the woman to get up in the veil for some common sense make it necessary.
know how the story is over?
the mayor spoke to the woman and reached an agreement, she will lift the veil in situations that require it like walking into the bank, if it were stopped for identification and when the child goes to school.


"PEOPLE FEAR WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW"