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Part 2 can be found here. A small shop in the market district. A street where only sewing machines are sold, and right next door, the largest mosque far and wide.
Butchers sometimes dump their scraps in the adjacent park in the evening, and then the air is full of vultures. The mosque glows in the background in green fluorescent light. Between the sewing machine shops and the mosque is one other store: a small, impeccably clean Nissan showroom. It has room for exactly one car. The car is gray, a radiant gray.
There's just enough space between the showroom window and the car for a prayer rug, laid at an angle. The salesman interrupts his work to pray there. He is wearing gray clothes and a white-gray cap. He kneels in front of the car with his body erect and his hands at chest height, palms facing upward to receive Allah's mercy. With this picture, which was never taken, I would like to send you into the world of this film.
Glawogger doesn't have time to rest; there's too much life out there that he's yearning for It will be the antithesis of the normal documentary film: because it isn't about anything, it can be open to everything.
I've always found [the demand for a topic] to be a restriction. That's how it is for Glawogger: freedom and failure are one and the same, as shown by his two projects about filmmaking, Movies in the Mind and Slugs Only someone who is willing to make a fool of himself by striving for something, longing for something, believing in something greater, different, more beautiful, more worthy than the status quo, can actually get somewhere.