Chui Chi Yin

Hong Kong, at the height of the protests. A young woman visits her father, whom she has not seen for a while. Her plan is to have lunch with him before the Umbrella Movement reaches a critical juncture. Celebrated, committed filmmaker Ying Liang contributed with a beautiful moving short with an special angle asking: Where do we live, and what is citizenship?

No one knows the slope of a refuse chute, the angle a worker bends to pick up a garbage bag. No one heard the noise from the refuse room, is it the glass broken or the worker fallen? 10 years of collecting the waste, being disrespected, having a sore waist and an aching back. It is a degrading job, but I will still go on.

Jacky, a Vietnam-born Chinese man, lives under the flyovers in Sham Shui Po. Despite living on the streets, he still has the aura of an ex-triad leader. However, he has lost his will to live after being tormented by a chronic illness. (華語紀錄片節 Chinese Documentary Festival 2014, 采風 Visible Record) Dir. 徐智彥 / Chui Chi Yin 香港 Hong Kong / 2014 / 37 min

Working as the lowest denominator of the society, wandering about in the streets, sleeping in the filthiest corner of the city – living people who look like they are dead make their living in the darkest places and fondle in wastelands with their half-awaken dreams.

No one knows the slope of a refuse chute, the angle a worker bends to pick up a garbage bag. No one heard the noise from the refuse room, is it the glass broken or the worker fallen? 10 years of collecting the waste, being disrespected, having a sore waist and an aching back. It is a degrading job, but I will still go on.

Jacky, a Vietnam-born Chinese man, lives under the flyovers in Sham Shui Po. Despite living on the streets, he still has the aura of an ex-triad leader. However, he has lost his will to live after being tormented by a chronic illness. (華語紀錄片節 Chinese Documentary Festival 2014, 采風 Visible Record) Dir. 徐智彥 / Chui Chi Yin 香港 Hong Kong / 2014 / 37 min

Working as the lowest denominator of the society, wandering about in the streets, sleeping in the filthiest corner of the city – living people who look like they are dead make their living in the darkest places and fondle in wastelands with their half-awaken dreams.