The Railway People
In a world where the “globalization“ acquires an increasingly
relevant importance, in a system where this word is not just an abstract
concept but its strength is actually based on the practical application of its
meaning, when looking deeply, often one realizes that this word is used in a
partial and reductive way. In an age when products and merchandises have less
borders than men, they enjoy enormous “privileges”, greater than for men, and
one realizes that globalization excludes the universal principles of the common
good such as justice, dignity, the right to life and health. Ignored and
forgotten by a society that follows its idea of development and wellness head
down, regardless to the poorer segments of population, a remarkable part of the
Asian metropolis inhabitants are forced to live in the spaces that have been
left free and where nobody would even dream to live in. Therefore, railway
rails, escarps, points stations, have become actual districts: cardboard or
metal sheet walls, nylon cloths as a roof, this is what the luckiest call home.
Often, the poor living conditions reach stunning levels: Bangkok, Jakarta, Yangon,
are different scenarios of the same show of faces languages, cultures, sharing
the same living conditions: the roof-less people globalization. This work of
mine has the purpose to tell about the strict live of these people in common
with the railway. Here, the rhythm of
live is regulated by the passage of the
trains and everyday living is linked of the train timetable. A punctual destiny
of different destinations transits everyday through the house threshold. A cumbersome future featured by the chaotic rattling to indicate
a direction , a way out that, despite
the speed and the determination, means not to lead anywhere.