Father Sebastian saving sacred art

Father Sebastian, a Ukrainian priest and one of the characters portrayed in our documentary has taken upon himself the mission of saving old sacred art from destruction (either deliberate destruction or simply resulting from neglect and ignorance).

While doing this, he does not discriminate between Ukrainian, Polish or Jewish sacred art, he collects all the artifacts he can find and works on restoring them.

This short scene illustrates both Fr. Sebastian’s unique personality and his exceptional mission.

More updates…

These past few months we have been working non stop on editing the film but we have also “gone public” with several screenings and events.

In mid-March we participated in a screening of Docs-in-Progress on the campus of George Washington University. It is an organization that helps documentary filmmakers by organizing screenings of incomplete works so that the audience’s feedback helps to shape the film.  More than 50 people were present at the screening where we showed a 15-minute clip that deals with the Ukrainian-Polish relations.

In early April Larysa Kurylas and Steve Lann were incredibly gracious to host a fundraising event for Land of Dilemmas at their house in Kensington.
It was very fun, informative and fruitful. We screened a 20-minute segment that we have edited so far as well as the trailer and held a Q&A discussion afterwards.
More than 25 people attended and the event was able to raise more than 2000 USD!

 

Fundraising events like this one are beneficial in two ways: first, the funds raised help us in outsourcing some of the work and move faster with editing. And second, the discussion held after the screening allows us to see how the audience responds to our work, which makes them active participants in creating the film. We benefit a great deal from this because we can see which themes resonate better with the audience and what issues we should emphasize on.

This coming Thursday, we are also holding a presentation at the Foreign Service Institute for the officers in training for their posts in Poland, Ukraine and the Baltic States. This is the second time that we hold such a presentation there and it is particularly interesting for us since we are planning on using the film for different educational purposes.

We will keep you posted with updates. 

 

New Photo Gallery

A lot of exciting things are happening with the film, but we haven’t been as good in updating the blog as we should have.

First update comes in the form of a new photo gallery on the website. It features some of the production stills we took while on location in Ukraine and Poland.  It’s a little “behind the scenes” of the documentary and also a tribute to the beautiful land that we were priviledged enough to film.

check it out!

http://landofdilemmas.org/gallery/index.php

At the train station

As we were going through our footage, we got accross this clip that we thought was pretty funny – well maybe I should say: we got accross this clip that seems funny now that Petro, the camera and I all survived!

When the adrenaline rush is over and the editing begins

Deepest apologies to all of you who missed our blog!

We are back with a brief update… we haven’t been writing for a while just because we thought no one would be interested in hearing stories about staying up endless hours in dark editing rooms; translating endless hours of tapes, and roaming the school’s hallways with five hard drives, one computer and a suitcase full of tapes. But then when people started to recognize us from a distance by our pink dotted suitcase; we thought it was about time to update the blog and tell you about it.

First things first; anyone remembers the story about Olia’s daughter saving us in the airport when the stewardess didn’t want to let us go onboard with all of our carry-on equipment? Well, that was the suitcase we were holding.

It has been in planes, trains, cars, horse carriages; it has been on highways and dust roads and now that it is back rolling on the American soil, it has the great mission of holding our precious 150 tapes.

suitcase

With the current economic crisis going on and all sources of funding currently on hold, our pink suitcase is literally the only thing that we can hold on to. We thought we would be able to outsource translation, but now it doesn’t look like it is going to be possible, so we are staying even longer hours in the editing lab.

Well, to be completely honest, throughout those long nights editing, we did get a sponsor, well kind of. During another one of our long nights working, I was walking through the hallway, when I noticed something left out on a table.  It was baklava.  Real baklava from Lebanon! Just left on a table there waiting for us.  After getting over the fact that someone would actually leave such good stuff go to waste, we were pretty happy and we thought, well, we might not have funding but we have small gifts sent from heaven! That helped us go through the night

Mac pro+macbook pro+150 tapes in a suitcase+5 hard drives

Catching up on where we left

We left Ukraine on the 31^st of July. On the road from Kyiv to Lviv the sky was bluer and the clouds were whiter than ever before, as if to remind us of what we would soon be missing. The 7 hour trip was almost effortless thanks to our dear Denis who started as a driver and ended up being our production assistant, sound operator and even the kids’ baby sitter. (Thanks Denis!)

The flight back to the US was very long but things went quite smoothly. We even passed the US customs in a record time because the officers took pity on two women with crying kids and a ton of equipment. What was even better is that none of the bags (tripod, light case, sound equipment, etc…) were missing!

Back in Washington DC, I was glad to be in an environment where I could understand what was going on around me but everything seemed confined and over-processed. I found out later that Olia felt the exact same thing. Washington is a beautiful city, I can’t really complain about it, but after spending six week literally between the blue sky and the yellow fields, everything here seemed too planned, organized and processed. I am over that feeling now and I appreciate the comfort of my own apartment and the luxury of sleeping in a bed rather than in a car.

Filming didn’t really stop, even with us back in the US. Our camera operator Petro is currently at the Univ monastery in Western Ukraine, filming the youth camp that Aharon Weiss organizes every summer. The camp called the Ark, aims at bringing Ukrainian, Jewish and Polish youth together in order for them to go beyond prejudice and get to know each other’s cultures and traditions.

This year about 50 young people from different backgrounds gathered at Univ which is a highly symbolic location since it was the place where Clementi Sheptytsky was hiding around a hundred Jewish children during the Second World War. Yesterday, all the participants traveled to Poland with Aharon and visited the Belzec concentration camp as well as the village of Pawlokoma where Ukrainian inhabitants were killed by a Polish military group in 1945. We were even told by the Lviv City Administration that the mayor himself was present at the opening of the camp.

For more information about the youth camp, check out this link (article in Ukrainian only)

http://www.risu.org.ua/ukr/news/article;17597/

We are also currently involved in planning a conference about Ukrainian Righteous Among Nations that will take place in Lviv during the fall. That conference is an example of how the act of filmmaking itself can become a tool for reconciliation and social change. We had started out by filming Aharon’s story and the Lviv City Administration was helping us with logistics. So there were only a few steps left to bring Aharon and the City Administration together to organize a conference which will be dealing with very some sensitive issues including the case of Metropolitan Andreij Sheptytsky.

We will be back regularly updating the blog with more news.

The day the pirate went to gather mushroom

Saturday morning, Petro and I set on an arduous mission. We had to drive to a military zone about an hour from Lviv and convince the officers there to let us film the ruins of a Ukrainian church which had been used as a target by the Soviet military. Apparently, 58 villages that once stood in that region were all wiped out to the ground and the population either sent to Siberia or displaced. The only thing that remains of that time is the ruins of that old church.

Convincing the soldiers to let us film in a military zone was not going to be an easy task, but we had one element in our favor. That particular region is well known for its mushrooms and sometimes, people are allowed there in order to pick mushrooms. Before going on our adventure, Olia looked at me and noticed that I looked poorly equipped for that journey.

-Wait, I’ll give you my red overcoat, she said. Do you have a scarf to hide your curly hair?
-Well, I have one, I replied, but it doesn’t really match the clothes.
-All the better!!!

Apparently, with a red overcoat and a yellow and blue scarf on my head, I looked very much like a “mushroom gatherer”. Tusia, Olia’s daughter looked at me and told her mum I looked like a pirate! I like her version of the story better.

The pirate and Petro drove to the military area, the soldier on the entrance let us in to gather mushroom, but told Petro: today the soldiers are training. So if an officer sees you, you can’t tell them I allowed you in.

Great.

We drive for about 10 mintues. From both sides of the road there is nothing. Absolutely nothing. In the place where once 58 villages stood, now all that remains is nothingness; just trees, bushes and wild flowers against the clear sharp blue sky and the white marshmallow clouds.

We see the church in the distance. It stands alone on a small hill, pretty impressive in that landscape. As we drive closer, we notice two soldiers and a dog sitting right on the entrance. We were so close! I prepare myself to go back, when Petro (as usual) has a brilliant idea. He steps out of the car, walks to the soldiers, greets them and tells them something I don’t understand. He then turns to me and tells me they allowed us to film the church. Apparently, he had told them I was the granddaughter of people who used to live here, and my family asked me to come back and film what remained of the 58 ghost villages.

We were able to film amazing footage of that church; and not only the soldiers didn’t kick us out, but they even wished me good luck as they were leaving. They were so nice and polite that I felt bad for our little lie.

(I unfortunately have no still pictures of that day, but I will make up for it in the next post.)

Ukrainian Gentlemen

We were passing by downtown Lviv yesterday night heading home when we decided to stop for a while and take a few still pictures of the city at night.

Wednesday evening, not many people are out on the streets. Some young kids are hanging out outside a cafe, a man is playing his guitar and singing on the sidewalk, a few dogs are roaming the wet streets, and some people are just sitting on the benches, enjoying the quietness of the night.

I was kneeling on the ground, very focused on leveling my tripod and fixing my frame when I hear a voice next to me. I look up and a young guy is standing handing me a rose. In Lebanon, if you’re on the streets at night and a man hands you a flower, then he’s trying to sell it to you! So my first reaction was to tell the guy Ni, dyakuyu (no, thank you). I then hear Olia and Petro shouting at me: he’s offering you a flower! take it!

To the Ukrainian guy in the orange sweater who was walking by the center of Lviv yesterday night: thank you for the rose.

In other news, Petro and I were filming some pick up shots today on the street, when we were approached by an old man. He started talking to me, and my usual “ya ne rosumiyo” (I don’t understand) didn’t work out, so Petro came to the rescue. As our man heard we were looking for “interesting basements” to film, he made it his duty to take us to several basements and staircases in his neighborhoods, stand with us under the pouring rain without an umbrella, take us to his home and offer us tea. He was even going to the store to buy cake because “he didn’t have anything good enough to offer us” if we would have let him. He especially liked the fact that I am the same age as his daughter, and before we left, he gave me a little teddy bear as a souvenir.  He  told me “this is to remind you Ukraine. It is true that there are some people who might be aggressive with strangers, but they are not true Ukrainians. Ukrainians are good people”. Proche Pana, thank you for your hospitality.

All you need is love…

A random saturday in the streets of Lviv.

Olha Ilkyv

During our fundraisers and film presentations in the US, when asked about our inspiration making the film, there is one story we liked to tell.

One night, it was about 2am, Olia and I were sitting in a small dark editing room, physically and morally exhausted from working alone on a film that seemed to be going no where at that time. I was actually starting to tell Olia: listen, it looks like this is going no where, it is too hard to make it happen; maybe we should just give up and start all over working on some other project that would be more accessible.

Then, the conversation shifted and I asked her if she had recently been in contact with the people she had filmed in the summer of 2007. She answered: oh, I actually talked to Olha Ilkyv a few days ago; it looks like her cancer is getting much worse. But she said she is doing yoga in order to stay in good shape because she is waiting for us to come and film her next summer. She was actually asking what took me so long to call her; she thought we had forgotten about her.

Upon hearing this story, I gathered all my energy back and we continued to work. The thought that an 88 year old woman dying with cancer was doing yoga every day in order to stay alive and wait for us to come and film her story put a lot of responsibility on our shoulders.

This year, we did come back to film her. Her health is much worse than last year, but her energy is still the same. She is even hard to keep up with.

Olha Ilkyv was a messenger for the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA) during the 1940s and was the secretary of the very controversial Roman Shukhevytch. The latter is considered to be a national hero for Ukrainians while being accused of anti-Semitism by Jews and of terrorism by Poles. Ilkyv had two small children while working with the UPA, and when she was caught by the KGB and about to be sent to the worst political prison in Siberia, her first thought was: what is going to happen to my children at home alone? She was forced to tell the KGB about their existence and thus they were placed in an orphanage under another name.

Years later, we followed Olha and her two children to the doorstep where she was arrested, the orphanage where the children were sent, the café where she met them for the first time after 14 years of prison, etc… (I won’t spoil the rest)

Yesterday, we also went to visit the man who pretended to be Olha’s husband in order to act as a cover for the house where Shukhevytch was hiding. One interesting anecdote is that Olha had to find a “fake” husband in order to justify her pregnancy from her real husband who was also with the UPA. That’s where the fake husband came in, and even managed to create a fake wedding picture, using both their pictures and the 1940s version of photoshop. We thought the result was pretty impressive. He was 21 years old at the time.

the fake wedding picture

In between two wives, the fake and the real one