All language subtitles for Visions of Europe (VV. DD., 2004) CD1 ENG

The EU has decided that cattle, pigs,
sheep and goats must be registered -

- so there's no doubt as to
each animal's identity and origin.

In the old days
we were close to the animals.

What is it?
Johanna?

- A cow?
- A cow. Good.

Cow...

- And this?
- A sheep.

Cow... Sheep...

Sheep and cows have always
had their place in art -

- especially in the symbolic world
of religious art.

Nowadays animals often travel
great distances during their lifetime.

All animals in a production unit
must be entered in a central register.

At birth all animals
must be tagged and registered.

A tag in each ear secures
a life-long identity.

Any failure to obey regulations -

- is a potential source of danger
and must be corrected -

- for the common good.

On October 6, 1999 -

- six healthy cows where shot when
grazing in a meadow in Ljungskile.

The order was given by
the Swedish Board of Agriculture.

The cows wore no EU-tags.

Cow... Sheep...

Sheep... Cow...

Sheep... Cow... Sheep...

All animals without a yellow tag
or other proof of identity -

- will be removed by the authorities
and maybe destroyed.

Europe doesn't exist

Europe is everything

Europe!

I no longer dream of Europe.

It's hard to say "Europe" without
lighting a cigarette. Have you tried?

It's got a somewhat metallic taste.
But maybe it's only me.

Yes, it's probably just me.
Fuck that.

I don't know where it is.

Suddenly it was gone.

- Are you okay? You're on in a sec.
- I know!

E-U spells "yu".

-"Yu."
- R-O spells "row".

-"Row."
- And finally: P-E spells "p".

-"P '."
- Now you just have to combine it.

"Yurowp."
Let me hear it...

"Yuuup."

Say after me:
"Europe."

"Europe."

-"Visions of Yuuup."
-"Europe."

-"Yuuup."
- One more time.

- No, I can't. Forget it.
- You just said it. Come again.

- You've said it a million times.
- I know! Drop it!

You're on in five minutes.

- Let's do it properly now.
- I can't, can l?

It is, as if...

Is, as if that word...
It touches nothing in me!

- So what?
- So what? I don't know what!

Have you tried this before?
Not being able to pronounce a word?

- Of course not.
- Maybe you're just tired.

Have you had enough water
to drink today?

- Damn it! Say it again, will you?
-"Europe."

- Come over here and say it.
-"Europe."

-"Yup."
-"Europe."

"Europe."

What was it you wanted to know?

I could tell you an awful lot
about my old friend Europe.

But this isn't exactly
the place, is it?

Europe.

Europe.

The old,
evil songs

Lyrics

Music

Rearranged by

Performed by

The old, evil songs

And dreams that frighten them

Those we lay to rest

Hence bring us a coffin

Into it goes something

I say not what

The coffin must be bigger

Than Heidelberg's large tun

A bier is needed

With boards made stable

It needs to be longer

Than the bridge to Mainz

And thereupon fetch twelve giants

And stronger they must be

Than the strong Christoph

In the cathedral
in Cologne on the Rhine

And the coffin must be carried
to the coast

And lowered into the sea

For such a giant coffin

Must have a giant grave

Do you know the reason why

It has to be so big and heavy

I shall lower my love

And my pain down there as well

Who was it?

Tell him
who you slept with.

- Who did you sleeep with?
- Nobody.

You are 16 years old, and you
still haven't slept with anybody?

- Tell me now! Who was it?
- Nobody.

I hope you won't insist on it being
an immaculate conception?

Do you know what ovulation is?

And intercourse?

The egg meets the sperm and so on.
It doesn't happen without that...

Stop talking nonsense!
People are walking on Mars.

Sheep are cloned.
But your conception is immaculate?

- Who would believe that?
- Why did they pick you of all people?

Could we have a moment
to ourselves?

Don't do that.

An immaculate conception...
How embarrassing.

- Well, what happened?
- I really don't know.

Didn't you feel anything at all?

- Yes, I did.
- What did you feel?

I was cold.

I was falling asleep, when I saw
a beautiful woman in a blue dress.

Like the woman here?

I don't really know. She said we
were spoiled and didn't go to church.

- Which happens to be true.
- We mustn't build tower blocks

- The big ones must heed the small.
- She never said that!

But she did. We need to travel more
to resist the false Messiah.

We mustn't steal, for there's
hardly anything left to steal.

There won't be peace in the world -

- when everybody
walks around bare-footed.

- She said I was expecting a child.
- Stop lying!

- I'm not lying.
- Nobody would say such nonsense!

Your blasphemy is a terrible sin.

Indulgence will be hard to get.
Now tell me the truth.

Who's the father of your child?

You won't believe me, Father,
but I really don't know.

- What now, Father?
- She's a disgrace to the church.

It's your fault.
You never go to mass.

Would you recommend an abortion?

No, don't do that.
Just to be on the safe side.

The regional government
has issued a bulletin -

- with information on pollution,
especially in the industrial regions.

As the information
is erroneous -

- the correct information
will be published tomorrow.

- Where?
- At Marghera town hall, 9 p.m.

Tomorrow we'll march at half past 9,in front of the court-house in Rial

- and there'll be
a waterway procession.

- Hi, mom.
- Hi.

THE lNDUSTRlAL DANGER

In case of alarm: 1. Go inside
2. Shut all doors and windows

3. Follow instructions on TV
4. Switch off heating/air-conditioning.

5. Do not call emergency station
6. Do not fetch children

They will shut us up! They will
stunt democracy in this country!

We have come to say
that they can never shut us up!

- How's your thesis coming along?
- Well, let's say that...

- When will you be finished?
- By June or July, I hope.

What subject did you end up with?

The treatment of waste water
and pollution.

And waste from the textile industry.

We try to clean the waste water
which has been polluted with dyes.

THE BlBLE

The chemical plant at Marghera
has caused hundreds of deaths.

The courts have not yet
passed the final sentence.

The Venice Lagoon is highly polluted.
Poisons are manufactured at Marghera.

Anna lives in Marghera, ltaly.

Emmanuel Afalayan. I have
Nigerian roots, but I was born here.

Jean Aliana Ayissi from Cameroon.

- Bing Tang. I'm from China.
- Yousse Azer. From Egypt.

- Anwar. I'm from Pakistan.
- lraklis. I'm from Georgia.

- Daria Corna. From Romania.
- Claude Boulu. I'm from France.

Tefta Bejko fra Albania. I came to
Greece in order to get a better life.

- Mirka Petrova. I'm from Bulgaria.
- Marios. I'm from Paphos in Cyprus.

- I'm Giorgio, from Yugoslavia.
- Martha Triantafillidou.

I was born in Tashkent
in the Soviet Union.

Refik Maresogo from Turkey.
I'm looking for a better life.

- Too bad people don't need a visa.
- The EU is good for Greece.

It's good with multi-ethnicity
and cross-cultural exchange.

- For me, Greece is Europe.
- I shall always live here.

The Greeks treat me well in private.
At work it is hell.

There's no clear immigration policy.
Now you are wanted, now you're not.

- The EU is too weak.
- I feel like a Greek.

I have roots in Nigeria.
I was born here.

The EU creates contact between
people of different backgrounds.

There are better possibilities
to get an education here.

There are theatres and cinemas.
People are more open.

In job interviews they never ask
about your education. That hurts.

There are rarely any problems
with racism and xenophobia.

We have no problems
with the citizens.

People are more reserved towards the
Chinese. Yes, there are prejudices.

The older generation
is somewhat anxious.

This attitude to anything foreign
makes my flesh crawl.

Personally I regret the media focus
on crime and theft.

It gives you a feeling of insecurity.
As if you have done something.

No matter what I do,
whether I'm a cleaner or whatever -

- nobody knows what I feel inside.

I'm an electrician,
but I'm also a musician.

I've always worked as a clerk
besides studying.

- I study architecture.
- It doesn't embarrass me to clean.

Nothing special.
Today I'm free.

- I work in knitwear.
- I teach at an Arabic school.

- I teach Chinese.
- Private lessons in French.

I have a residence permit.
It took them forever to issue it.

The funny thing is
that I got my study permit -

- three months after
I completed my studies.

There's no plan for integrating
immigrants in society -

- and this is a problem
for all immigrants in the country.

Greece is a country that
fears minorities in all respects.

It's easy for a foreigner to leave
but difficult to come back.

After so many years the situation
ought to be different for us.

Every six months we must apply
for a work permit. It's outrageous!

By nature they are
extremely un-organized!

I have a work permit,
so I am here legally.

But I still have to queue up and apply
for this and that, which is hard.

The authorities have a prejudiced
lack of respect for foreigners -

- especially foreigners
from Eastern Europe.

- What do I think of the EU?
- I think it's a great achievement.

There should be a more open policy
towards immigrants.

The EU has a harsh policy
towards immigrants.

The fact that I only stop
being a foreigner -

- when Cyprus enters the EU
is really disgusting!

The EU is good for the rich countries.
The poor countries only get poorer.

I've travelled in many countries
but I always liked Greece the best.

I think there's room
for everybody in Greece.

I'm 22 years old, and I still have
a temporary residence permit.

There are others now packing.

Cramming mementoes
into obese suitcases.

They are looking for a new life.
A new beginning.

A job.
A few euro.

Family men and women.
Young boys and girls. Children...

They are coming,
but they will not be welcomed.

The only people pleased to see them
will be their traffickers.

They will be stuffed
like squashed grapes into a vat.

The airtight container will wrap
around them like a monster's mouth.

There will be no light. They will not
see the ocean nor hear the seagulls.

To them in the darkness, Dublin will be
a heaven, Grafton St. a wonderland.

They will not experience
Joyce's swerve of shore -

- nor bend of bay,
nor see the environs.

These are the ghost people.

The invisible.

Can you hear them?

Faith holds them together,
huddled in the hold of a ship.

They are the recycled.
The turned away.

Fodder, raw product for the only
industry they know: Human cargo.

They are the smuggled goods.

The media will call them
non-Nationals.

Eastern Europeans,
Africans, aliens -

- refugees, migrants,
asylum seekers, spongers.

But I know them as Lithuanians,
Bosnians, Romanians -

- Nigerians, Sudanese,
lrish, Russians, my fellows.

God knows them as his children -

- as they are all arrested
at the point of entry on East Wall.

God and Beckett think:
"Try harder. Try again."

God loves a trier.
We all love a doer.

They will now be escorted,
frog-marched, corralled -

- onto chartered flights,
against their bill of rights.

No mention of the UN Convention.

Against their will and God's
they'll be strapped in for take-off.

Taken away, the throw-away people,
for export, for deport -

- always on the go, on the look-out
for a resting place, a halting site.

For them it will be return,
return, return to sender.

No address known. No passport.
No lD papers. Destination unknown.

They will tell
of lrish eyes not smiling.

The only people pleased to see them
will be their traffickers.

They are the goods in transit.
Welcome aboard EU 2004.

These people are not
the movers and the shakers.

They are the moved on,
the shaken to their very, very core.

Nothing to greet them
but a cold, cold reception.

They are the no paid,
the constantly conveyor-belted.

From port to port,
landstrip from landstrip.

From detention centre to centre,
prison to prison, horror to horror.

Passed on and over
and over a lifetime.

Like a well palmed coin
always in motion.

In their hearts
hope against hope rides shotgun.

All they seek is a living.
God blows his warm breath on them -

- 30,000 feet above
in a tin can they travel.

The captain says that they travel 1st
class, but nobody knows his language.

Everybody prays to the god of their
choice, for one last chance -

- for another go at the wall,
the frontiers, the gates, the borders.

God says yes.
The EU says no.

We all would like another chance.
But the only happy faces they see -

- will be their traffickers,
their smugglers, their slave-makers.

And the media... The media
will call them non-Nationals -

- foreigners,
no-gooders, aliens.

The media will call them spongers,
lazy, wasters, layabouts, criminals -

- dirt moochers,
law-breakers, job-robbers.

But I know them as my friends.
I know them as my neighbours.

I know them
as my brothers and sisters.

I know them
as my fellow human beings.

Glory to Jesus Christ.

- For evermore.
- Amen.

Police! Get out!

Police! Hurry!

The bandage...

- You must take the bandage off.
- It's gone septic.

Abdel, we need to get away.
We must away from here.

We can't stay here.
We need to move on.

I'm free in Paris!

No, no, it won't do.

I don't want to go to hospital...
It's burning.

We have to find a hospital.

Long live matrimony!

If they arrest me again
and send me home -

- then I'll be back
for the third time.

We have sacrificed too much.
I don't want to go home. Never again.

It's that way. I'm going to
the Bastille. I just follow the river.

Good luck, brother.
Good luck, sister. Goodbye.

<... who have settled by the Seine>

Would you please help us?
Help us.

My brother is sick.
Please...?

He's not feeling well.
I'll call an ambulance.

I don't want to go to hospital.

No police. I don't want
to go back to my own country.

No, I don't want
to go to hospital.

No, I don't want
to go to hospital.

I don't want to go to hospital.

- I called. They are on their way.
- They have gone.

- They feared the police and left.
- But where to?

<3 months later...>
<... are not only in Paris>

Monsieur,
would you take our picture, please?

Thank you.

<"Dear mother and father.>

Monsieur, kindly take another one.

<... in Paris>

Thank you, monsieur.