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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.

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?

Monsieur, would you take our picture, please?

Thank you.

Monsieur, kindly take another one.

Thank you, monsieur.