Since the past Wednesday I've been immersed in the corners of Point-à-la-Croix, also known as Listuguj, in the mouth of the Atlantic ocean in the east of Quebec. Home of the Mi'gmaq people of Canada.
Sometimes I'm not a hundred percent sure of what I am exactly doing here. Technically I'm part of a film crew for our next show. But really I'm doing research or production assistance work, denying my real title of coordinator. Or more than denying, just not really experienced (or brave) enough to take the matter on my hands.
Still, the experience has been a very particular one, reminding me a little bit to that time I spent over a week filming in Kuna Yala in Panama. Except the weather is not tropical, nor there is a pig sacrifice as offering to the gods.
So far this week: I've hiked (?) on the snow to a fully frozen river, drank more alcohol than water for three days straight, got frustrated for the future of my career, ate the most disgusting carrots in my life, ignored people's substance consumption, practiced honesty, saw my grandmother in every elder's face.
I have the sneaky feeling that when I'll come back to Montreal it'll be like a dream-like souvenir. In the sense it seems almost impossible, in the sense there's little I can do to change things to my convenience or I have little control of what is going on. I kind of want and not want to wake up. I just want to keep having and learn to control these dreams. As much as possible.
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| Ice fishing at the Restigouche River. |
Hago: El reporte del rodaje, way behind on this.
Quiero: Abrazar a Andrés.
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