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It all happened three weeks ago; I worked for one of the federal TV channels back then. With our camera crew, we spent the end of the spring and the whole summer visiting tiny towns and nearly abandoned villages, filming a lengthy documentary project about indigenous peoples, dying languages and forgotten myths.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
It all happened three weeks ago; I worked for one of the federal TV channels back then. With our camera crew, we spent the end of the spring and the whole summer visiting tiny towns and nearly abandoned villages, filming a lengthy documentary project about indigenous peoples, dying languages and forgotten myths.
In the middle of August, when the days were still blazing with tropical heat yet the cold nights heralded the impending fall, we arrived at the second last location. Northern Urals. Viteyevsky, urban-type settlement, population over 3000 people, most of them work for the worsted factory. Or, to be more precise, they used to work there. However, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. The ethnic group that the editors found for our documentary project in Viteyevsky was called the Gagauls. At that moment, 70% of the community – about 300 people – lived there. Their primary occupation was paint work. As for their religious affiliation, some had been baptized into Christianity, but the majority were pagans. That was about all we knew about the Gagauls when we started filming.
All of the previously filmed documentary episodes consisted of two parts: the perception of the indigenous population from the viewpoint of the dominating ethnic group and from their own perspective. That time the plan remained the same. We set up the camera and the lighting equipment in the heart of the settlement, near the bus terminal and the grocery store: our goal was to do a group interview. The filming began after 4 PM, when the sun was right for the perfect image depth and contrast. A few dozen of locals had surrounded us by then. Many were sipping beer, some were heavily drunk already. The filming began.
