THE GRAVEYARD / cities on the edge
ON SHOW at CITYWORKS / München (DE) 15-30/11/2013
The Graveyard, finally shown in its totality as a part of Filip Berte’s House of Eutopia. (images by Anna van Kooij)
HOUSE OF EUTOPIA - can be visited in Utrecht (NL), until September 21, 2013. more info: http://www.vredevanutrecht2013.nl/en/event/house-of-eutopia
about House of Eutopia
The social, political, geographic and historic boundaries of Europe are laid bare in a house with five rooms. Films, paintings, models and installations explore themes such as migration and border control, European citizenship and the dichotomy of exclusion and inclusion. Reality comes to the fore in images which will remain in everyone’s conscience, such as the construction of the Berlin Wall in 1961, or the destruction of Sarajevo’s public library in 1992.
Open from thursday till sunday, until september 21, 2013
The Graveyard-book has arrived!
Now for sale at STAM Ghent City Museum (or send a mail to email@example.com)
A6, 330 pages, English (price 5€)
Graphic Design by www.matthieudeschepper.be
Brussels / Reflection (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / We Care For … (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Homeless / Bed (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Homeless / Beds #3 (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Homeless / Beds #2 (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Homeless / Beds #1 (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Hotel Continental / Façade #2 (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Hotel Continental / Façade #1 (c. Filip Berte)
Brussels / Hotel Continental (c. Filip Berte)
Interview with Afghan asylum seekers temporarily living in one of the hotels in Brussels that Fedasil has chosen to house ‘minor asylum seekers without adult guidance’.
afghan boy (a): I’m from Afghanistan. I’m sixteen years old. I left my home two or three months ago, but I arrived only two days ago in Belgium.
In my country I have problems because of my brother who is a translator/interpreter working for the NATO. On a certain day the Taliban asked my family why my brother works with the NATO. It was around 2 o’clock at night that the Taliban came to our home the first time. We were all sleeping. But my brother could escape when he saw the Taliban, and when they broke in the door… They came to our house and they asked where my brother was. I told him: “Well, my brother is not coming today.” But I was lying. Anyway, they fought with me, they punished me, pushed me, my father and my small broth- er, and then they went away. The morning after this incident, we left the house. My father, me and my whole family, we went from Kabul to Jalalabad. From one province to another.
My brother is a business man, doing business in clothes like this [pointing to his pullover] and we had a shop in Kabul city. When we went to Jalalabad, my family and my father called my uncle to transfer all the stocks from Kabul to Jalalabad. Then we started the business again in Jalalabad, but my mother really struggled with the absence of my broth- er. Because she and my brother were like two…
Brussels / WTC / reflection #2 (c. Filip Berte)