苏弗雷火山

Clear indication is about to erupt.
Late August. 75 thousands inhabitants were evacuated.
Excited.One peasant refused to leave.deserted.
Traffic light, refrigerator, art condition, TV set.
It was a comfort for us not having the law hanging around.
Shops had been cleared. Scattered on the ground.
Dogs...no more garbage to garvenge.
A pier devoid of ships.

Seismic crisis. scientist fled in a boat.
The disaster is inevitable within the next few hours. 25 miles camera.
Flew the last hours of town and last pictures taken of it.

Tranquil and Serenity.

The quite and deserted atmosphere of the town was so intense that we became fascinated and eager to take a look at the source of the silence namely as the crater of the volcano itself.
The greatest dangers came from toxic gas.
For the first time became to get scared.
Toxic gas Clouds.
A few hours later, things look better because the wind turns. We decided to carry on.
We are able to film for several hours without anxiety.
The ground was hot and rather unsteady.
Bottomless Fissures where the hot gas were pouring.
Camera man left spectekies behind. pick up the next day.

People are aware of dangerous because there was a eruption on the neighboring island. Warnings were identical to those of LA.
The population intended to flee. But since there are some elections that has already be postponed for other reasons that governor persuaded the people to stay. Only a few hundred had left, all others remained.
The horrified rescue team found not a living soul. People had been chard to in cinder.
No usual expulsion of larva. expelled a cloud of gas. The whole things could only have taken seconds.

It was a young thief. That he only survived because he was the baddest guy in town.
In underground solitary confinement. Side show Attraction in circus.

The hours past, and the waiting began. Nobody knew the eruption is gonna happen the next minute or next day. Because no one can see a thing, the fear became anonymous.


MAN ONE with a cat.

I’m here because it’s god’s will. I’m waiting for my death. And I wouldn’t know where I’m gonna go anyway. I haven’t a cent. I am poor. Yes and no one knows when it will come.
It’s as god as commanded. Like life, Death is forever. I haven’t the slightly fear. He is taken everyone to his “prison”. Death waits forever. It’s eternal. I am not the sli...
why should I leave. I made peace with myself with what insides me. I have nothing at all and I am waiting for death. You see this is how I’m waiting. “Eyes closed and arms stretched, lying straight.” Talking became singing. I have lived through so many typhoons.

There is not a thing you can do.

I am not afraid of death. Here I am and I look after the ani all the times. They are kept behind. So I am looking after them I am saving them. And if gets much worse and really bad, maybe I will clear out today. I want to see my children. But I am not afraid of dying. I am fifty five now. I am not afraid.
I have fifteen children. Waiving hands.
I’m here and I am poor. I only have myself to look after.
I can also walk to LA. But if you are gonna take me to XX, I will go along.

After some weeks, population drifted back in town.
Never before in the history of volcanology where signals of such magnitude measured, and yet nothing happened.
The volcano would pro be soon forgotten, in my memory it is not the volcano that remains, but the neglected oblivion in which those black people live.

There were something pathetic for us in the shooting of this picture and therefore it ended a little bit embarrassing.

Now It has become a report of an inevitable catastrophe that did not take place.