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Director's Statement
When I started working on REPORTED MISSING, a wave of protest of the youth against the establishment had just begun gaining ground, unforeseen in its magnitude. The spark flew from the West to the Middle East and back – from Paris, Athens and Thessaloniki over to Tunis, Algiers and Cairo, followed by Madrid, Tel Aviv, and New York. It is only now that it’s starting to feel like the dynamic is slowly losing its speed. At least in the Western world it seems hard to find an alternative solution worth fighting for. Yet, everyone agrees that “something” doesn‘t feel right: We‘re living in a society that has devoted itself to the youth but at the same time makes it harder than ever for young people to assert themselves. The generation of 68 does not want to leave matters to a new generation. Our economy is dancing around the golden calf without realising that there are two stone shards of broken values lying at its feet. And there is so much more. What if, as a reaction to all of this, kids just decided to disappear, to just leave all the old ones behind to deal with the shit they‘ve gotten themselves into? If, like in the legend of the Pied Piper, all that remained of the children was the distant sound of laughter from across the other side of the mountains?