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H-U-N-G-E-R. What we see, what lies hidden.

What do we see when we think about hunger, dying of starvation? Who do we see? Where are they? What do they do?

The answer is probably: I see black children and women, skeletal, sitting on the floor, glassy-eyed, lying, doing nothing.

FAM is a web documentary that explores the collective imagination we share about hunger, based on stereotypes and biased or missing information. One that we have swallowed from what we have been told by NGOs, television, newspapers, films, etc.

It is so outrageous to see how we from the rich countries, countries where hunger does not kill, treat hunger. Perhaps one of the most outrageous things is the absence. This non-existence also forms the collective imagination. It makes us believe that people die very occasionally, from year to year. A relatively acceptable figure compared to the unacceptability of 25 thousand dead people a day from hunger. And back to the common imagination: how do we make these people visible, how do we homogenize them, as if they were a whole, a single person dying countless times. A hungry African woman, with many children, who is not going to school, and is unemployed, born in a dry, corrupt, barren country. What else can happen to her other than her own fate: deprivation, want, hunger, death.

It is extremely difficult to read something that really brings you closer to the reality of hunger, to the people who suffer it, without blame, without sliding into stereotypes, without falling prey to absurd generalities that do not report anything that does not help us to know anything. Rather, it helps us to ignore, misinterpret, believe what it is not. It allows us to forget, to stop looking. That's what we want to explore with this web documentary: the source code that has shaped our collective imagination, built up over time, since the first easy story. The story that does not make us uncomfortable about the causes of hunger, because it is easier focus on the weather and the sorrow, without digging deeper.