I was twenty one in 1987. I wanted to make films. Right away. I wanted to film the gypsies in Rumania. It was in Ceausescu's time. In winter. I met a young woman on the train who was coming back to Rumania to get married. I got off with her at Brasov. It had been snowing. There was more snow there than anything else: masses of it. The Communists had confiscated the rest. For the first time, I saw people queuing in front of shops, electricity distributed in dribs and drabs... |