Bellavista der Name, den so viele Hotels in Bergorten tragen ist auch der Name eines Hotels im abgelegenen Sappada (Pladen, Plodn), einer Sprachinsel in den Karnischen Alpen in Norditalien, unweit der Grenze zu Österreich.
Giuliana, die einzige Tochter des Hoteliers Piero und seiner Frau Diana, Jahrgang 1957, geboren in Sappada, lebt nach Aufenthalten im Ausland, Germanisti-Studium, zwei schweren Unfällen und dem Tod zweier Brüder wieder bei ihrer Familie im Bellavista. Ihr jüngster Bruder führt zusammen mit der Mutter das Hotel.
Neben ihrer Arbeit in der Hotelküche erforscht und dokumentiert sie seit mehr als zwei Jahrzehnten den Dialekt des Plodarischen, mit dem sie seit ihrer Kindheit vertraut ist. Der Film begleitet sie bei ihren Besuchen bei den Alten und zu den versteckten Orten ihrer Kindheit.
Giuliana bewegt sich durch das Dorf entlang ihrer eigenen Lebenslinien. Sichtbare Marksteine werden Erinnerungszeichen für Lebensabschnitte. Auf der Suche nach dem kreativen Raum als Rettung, wie sie es ausdrückt, wird sie mit der Widersprüchlichkeit und Zerrissenheit ihrer eigenen Lebensgeschichte konfrontiert. Ihre Suche steht für eine neue, heute oft einzig mögliche Existenzweise: den Versuch, die eigene Kindheit nicht aus den Augen zu verlieren.
BELLAVISTA, English Dialogues
to be condemned to eternal lonelyness
it was precisely this being different that has then...
Erminia Colle Tiz
Nearly all memories are of people,
of customers and eating downstairs
....for hours- you know,
when one gets married and such
One soon got the notion,
of having only been brought into this world,
to serve the hotel
The first time- this is very important, I believe-
when I opened the door on my own,
..the heavy door downstairs-
I have a very clear image of that handle,
Which struck me as huge, ever so high and heavy-
but one had to learn that in an instant,
to get away -
somehow it reminds me of my hand-
...with those same fingers
slowly I begin perceiving her as one would a tree
- I also see a woman
.. a womans body
with strong roots-
I am convinced, I was happy then
that was when I began to experience joy, I believe
- it lastet, until I was ten
then I felt Barbaras love,
.. the warmth
and her youth
look, at those hands-
..strong, sturdy hands-
I was already in here
When people still lived here-
And what kind of memories do you have of it?
I envied them
I was so little
Such a house told me so much more
It also recounts in Plodar
Do you understand?
That means, you can feel
If you had thirty more years to study...
yes, if only it were like that!
I would be able to teach them
could you convince them
if I had been able to learn so much
They say: all that wit makes you stupid
yes, all that sensiblity drives you crazy
thats how people are
you know, it reverses the order
yes, it becomes sillier
its more like antiquity
I am the antiquity
this is a very old custom
that is why I am the antiquity
thats how it was done once upon a time
nowadays so much is amiss
these days you dont consider knitting your own stockings anymore
one just throws everything out
nowadays nobody mends things any longer
they just chuck it out..
and get new stuff
such is the disparity of the world
of the ages
now I have to begin,
to decrease the stitches...
what do you want to do?
you cant do a thing
you have to live with that modern world
now that we are already so old
one isnt quite that keen anymore
everything is a bit of a rush - alle sind nervös...
everyone is nervous
nobody takes time anymore
it used to be so nice
a parlour full of spinning-wheels
windlasses with wool on them
what a good life
these days everything is a fuss
well, most of it, anyway
these days everyone is sad
they all used to be so merry
singing, dancing, laughing
today...oh, cut it out!
as if they had to carry the world on their shoulders
there is nothing one can do
many things used to be blessed
so many things
such is life
Lord, bless your sons
I had to work,
as if there were many
My father didnt spare me
Out and to work with you!
nothing you could do about that
sure, my siblings had died
and he wanted to continue with the farm
he treated me like a boy
I had to do all the work (works), all!
Forever, always, good lord!
we didnt have it easy
dragging the dung, and everything..
- and all that
Its almost a vertical drop
yes, but this was always the benefit
to be able to look at things differently
to gain another perspective
After the death of my brother, Maurizio,
there was this peciuliar feeling
I used to come down at night,
To fetch an apple and such
but I couldnt enter anymore
because somehow a very powerful energy held me back
There on the left- do you see
there is the gruesome handmincingmachine
where I stuck my hand in
it was a different part,
with which one minced meat
but the same central body
for a while then I really hated the kitchen
back then we probably only spoke Plodar
my brothers and I
a timeless place
No, it isnt a specific place
I believe, it is a kind of dimension, you know?
which we will enter again sometimes, later on
we are taking it along with us
and occasionally it comes up again
when everything still seemed possible
when everything was still whole
half past one!
when I was born
she married my father, which is where
it began, the story
- Barbara -
There were still four of us- look!
this ist really
unity- longing for the completeness
somehow- as if we were one single unit
One can literally die of an excess of buoyancy
Im not sure whether you know what I mean
one cant endure that
after a while
Maurizio makes me laugh
He was so
hundreds of things he has..
there was always something happening..
I couldnt say much about myself
....what I thought back then-
- da hab ich sie nur sehr geliebt...
...das weiß ich -
- I just loved them very much
that I know-
And somehow the tragedy was already contained
it is like a predetermined disaster
..you cant be that happy for long
it was even in the papers
I dont want to have anything to do with such people
Ines told of it
not, as if something like that could cause a state of shock in a child
it affects your whole life
you just dont know
it is not because of the shooting
you do know how to shoot..
to tell you the truth
listen- children have to witness something like that more often..
when they quarrel and fight at home
thats not the same
but a shot
if the terror ist that awful, some of it is retained
everything has changed
nobody wants a country kitchen anymore
people smell of it
that granny still had a farm house kitchen
there in the picture
when she came over, everything smelled of smoke
but smoke does rise
like a roof
Yes, today I have been cutting the grass
For an hour
it makes you tired
and it is dumb work..
we do have, too
but they rather speak Italian
I dont know
but it is a pity, that it is getting lost
the old language
the Island language
they lived modestly
polenta every day
but it doesnt grow here-
it is from Friaul
only potatoes grow here
a poor country
thats the way it is
now we are the old people
this is me
and the other one is Bernardina
the one in the black dress
it is strange
this is a place I dream of, very often
it was like an epic
this almost collective work
all thoughts disappear
when you do physical work
everyone was dwelling on their own thoughts
I, too, wanted to be like the men
I didnt make it
once I dreamed, that we were flying through the forest
I felt terribly nostalgic then, you know
in this forest
we were flying right over the woods
that was entirely
the culture of the Plodar
everything gets lost
the jobs of the past
of long ago
the ancients die
everything becomes extinct
its a completely different world
it doesnt work anymore
what are you going to do
in a few years,
once the old people passed on
us old ones
not much Plodar will be spoken in our houses, I think
Much of it is no longer understood,
Even though I speak Plodaric
I dont understand a thing!
Sure, I dont understand a thing
Give them a kick!
Learn!- I say
Learn already, you damn idiots!
It is a pity..
that is true!
I cant stand it
.. I would have to give lessons
come over here, all of you!
Ill teach you Plodar
remain right here at the table and we shall begin
I would teach them
that would be a good idea
I would be strict
They could learn Italian later on
yes later, as much as you want
that is true
but what can you do
it is not possible
they talk Italian in the kindergarden
they talk Italian at school
then they come home and there are italian parents
it wont work any other way
Dont you think this would be possible?
a spark of phantasy, a little contemplation
this is hot
Im going now
Should we prepare something to eat for Piero?
wait, it will come to me
otherwise the other one will make a fuss
you think so?
they will come soon
Ive locked upstairs
not that it matters
I cant find myself
maybe I am covered by the tree
I cant see myself
that was really such an
essential condition for survival
not letting oneself be that bothered by appearances
they had taken away your space
but couldnt steal your dialect
and a guest in there
in that sense he is also a place like that
a path, which somehow takes you away
into the open
this is important
the direction and the light
remained the same
in the process one tends to forget
the small as well as the bigger worries and trepidations
they were all so content and
it seemed nearly impossible to me
it couldnt be,
that young people
without choices, hardly knowing anything
decide, to grow old in a village like this
without having seen a thing or learned
I believe, it has something to do with the village,
not just the inn
now and at the hour of our death, amen
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, now and for ever and all eternity
Have you ever contemplated going away?
Well, going away or doing something else
Did that never occur to you?
How would you like to live?
Going away and doing a different kind of work
Id rather stay at home
among the farmers it was like that
they even wanted me to marry a rich farmer
my parents would have loved to see that
even more work!
there was a time when people used to value something like that
it was like that
life is full of occurences
you can see it too
and everyone has to take it like that
the way one has begun, one has to go on
and now, at the end
I am old
it is difficult
it is hard
to master life properly
you cant always take care of everything
there are times,
when you should be sad
but you cant be sad all the time!
you have to throw everything from a mountain
throw everything from a mountain and into a valley
they used to say
thats the way you have to do it
then life becomes easier
inbetween there is a face
how arrogant I was back then
what pride and
actually I came into the world quite rich
I thought, the whole world was mine
I could do everything
I actually had delusions
that really was a really good clout behind the ears
you discover, whats in you
suddenly a void
all friends and suitors run away
from such a monster
that was really monstrous
on this side I was the same
a different person
maybe it reflects my soul too
you can also become such a monster through drink
more than just physically, I think..
the dialect was
because it confined me so much to that place
and I wanted to get away
probably from the dialect too
When they were making hay
there was a pond
and there were young girls
who were spending the nights in the barn above
and they always went to the pond,
to comb their hair and to wash
they had long hair
and people said from afar: Witches!
There are the witches
thats how it became witches pond to this day
they are still talking about it
but they were no witches
merely girls, brushing their hair
and washing a little
spending the nights in the loft of the barn,
where they stored the hay
My mother said,
they used to tell her
yes, that was a long time ago
nowadays such things no longer happen
those people must surely have been hallucinating
There was something!
You think, they would vividly recount things,
That never were?
theyve imagined it like that
as if I had no face at all
at that point I already had to make my decision, so to speak
its a long time ago, that we were kids
for a time, when we were children,
we used to believe in things like that
the Wild Danger in the night
dont go outside!
the Wild Danger seizes you, carries you away..
you wont find home anymore
starving to death
wild animals grab you
nowadays, there is none of that anymore
they thought we were stupid
isnt it awful, this weather
Is he going to look for wild mushrooms?
in this weather
hard luck, its raining on his only day off
yes, she is a disbeliever
she always says: there is no such thing
yes, but she says, she herself has been afraid,
of the wretched souls .
that is a contradiction
Im not afraid of the wretched souls
I pray to them every day
and she says, that she doesnt believe in it,
but she is scared of it...
I believe in it!
one has to believe
that there is another world
not- as they say-: there is simply nothing
One has to believe, that there is something after all!
thats what I think
What would be the point of suffering?
Im thinking of my brothers
where would all the memories go,
all the dreams, all hope, you ever had...
that it all ends in the grave
thats just not possible
all the desperation, all the bothers in life
All in vain?
that just cant be
dont you think, that it is their own conscience?
thumping and kicking up a breeze..
seems to me
that you imagine something like that
and say to the others:
tonight I have heard some noise
a shot or something
if it wasnt reality, my dear!
everyone has their name on it..
that was also my brothers name, how strange
standing here, one looks like Christ..
like a crucifixion
that has something to do with the nails,
with the Passion
If you hold on to these two things here,
then it is like a crucifixion....look!
you only have to do this
I dont arrange anything, because I dont know, if they are going to come
I could never say that
have you eaten enough?
Do you want some more of it?
I already refused that when I was eight
Piero beat me, but it didnt work
I didnt want to, in the dining hall
rather the whole trouble down there in the kitchen,
than this false servile behaviour
I cant do it
Come on in!
it is very steep
this is the loo
now we are going up to the hayloft...
they are waiting, somehow
as it was in the beginning, Is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen
the first place, where they searched for me,
whenever something wasnt right
for them- then I was around here
Thats where I was then, sleeping for hours
It was like a balm
to the soul
from the village, from Plodn...one goes away
because I thought:
there will always be an alternative -
to the village, to the Bellavista
maybe also to death
I saw myself like an ant in a funnel
I ran up to the brink there
then I acted, as if I had fallen down into it
somehow they are not here
thats why I have no use for the cemetery
they are still
it is a perversion
Isnt life hard enough?
Somehow one of them got punished
the other one didnt have the courage,
to imagine another reality
there you are like a
his naked creature
there you can speak more forthright
it is also easier,
to feel a bit of humility
articles for ladies, panty hoses
socks, knee-lengths and other stuff
when we were kids it was like a game for us
like a fable
how can one ever forget the magic
of a midnight mass on christmas eve
we were really young then
to be made to perceive collectively
Heaven is probably only
the absence of this suffering
of this pain
that is heaven then
simply the hope,
that everything is not in vain
but that still remains open for me
whether we need God
only because of fear
it is strange
here, for example, my grandfather died
the dreams of parents, of family...
of childhood, of a normal life
they were only dreams really
annihilated very fast
and then there are the childrens cheerful voices of
here my brother shot himself into the mouth
now everything is over
it will soon be Christmas
today is the fourteenth
yesterday was Holy Lucia
at the Comelico there was a celebration
because she is a saint of the church
she is said to be good for the eyes
but thats all nonsense
none of that helps
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
the Lord is with thee,
blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
On Earth as it is in heaven...
the way home
the arduous way back
when everything still seems far away
- yes! ... yes! ...
I am here already
you know something?
you always give in
I just dont want quarrels
they exploit this weakness
if everyone acted like that, as weak as you
That is not true!
you always say to me, I only look after Lori
she should stop it and just go upstairs
the latest studies have indicated
that the ship had changed direction unexpectedly
the wreck of the Andrea Doria is still surrounded by many mysteries
since 1981 many divers have lost their lives, going down to a depth of 70 meters and lower
the two trials that followed have brought to light,
that the calamity had been caused by fog
great political men- writers, poets, historians-
have established Rome as a cultural center
her large army has also turned Rome into a military centre
For a while I had thought:
Plodn as fate
Home as fate
Dialect as fate
looks like Rimini
that is again the touristic aspect
there are only pictures of me in the kitchen
in lieu of my brother
I can only see myself being in the kitchen
all the time
practically without a place of retreat
where escape was no longer possible
What are you to do?
you have to pretend not to pay any attention to it
there is no saint for that
that is the way it goes
I am done
there you have it
look, how beautiful
look, how beautiful, my stocking
I am done
look, how precise
look, how beautiful
Erminia Colle Tiz
Gino Sacco Comis
Marina Casanova Borca
Cecilia Piller Rosina
Marco Soravia Puicher
Maurizio Piller Roner
Giorgio Piller Puicher
Musikkapelle Maria Luggau
Associazione Culturale Plodar Plodn - Sappada
and many others
Albergo Bellavista, Cima-Sappada
Maria Rita Singer
Casa Museo della Civilta Contadina
Pina Piller Hoffer
Bar Alpino, Sappada
Schreiner, Kastler, Büro für Kommunikation GmbH., Wien
Camera, sound, editing:
Concept and realisation:
In collaboration with
Federal Chancellery ART
Federal Ministry for education, science and culture
Jubilee foundation of the university of the city of Vienna
Maria Hornung, Society of the Friends of Linguistic Enclaves, Vienna
Maya Mckechneay: Das Gedächtnis der Häuse (Artikel)
Wie das Haus selbst fragmentiert Schreiner auch den Körper seiner Bewohnerin und Protagonistin des Films, Giuliana Pachner: Stirn, Wange, Augen; Türklinken, Fensterrahmen, eine Ecke des Tischs. Pachner, die gealterte Tochter der Hotelierfamilie, ist mit dem Haus von jeher verwachsen: »Man hatte schon früh das Gefühl, man sei auf die Welt gebracht worden, nur um dem Hotel zu dienen«, hört man sie im Off.
Während Pachners Stimme eine vergangene Familientragödie mehr andeutet als ausführt, filmt Schreiner die Flure, den Speisesaal, die Küche menschenleer, wie Anfang des Jahrhunderts Eugene Atget die Straßen von Paris. Was Walter Benjamin über Atgets Arbeit bemerkte, gilt auch für diesen Film: Der Raum ist aufgenommen wie ein Tatort. Und wahrscheinlich ist er es auch. Mehrfach schweift die Kamera über den Friedhof, wo Pachners Brüder liegen, und über das von Narben durchzogene Gesicht der Frau selbst. Die klärende Totale auf das Hotel verweigert Schreiner selbst von Ferne. Er schneidet das Dach ab, spart Umfeld, Landschaft, Kontext aus, sodass wir zuletzt zwangsläufig gefangen bleiben mit Pachners Alpträumen im schönen »Bellavista«.
(Aus: SPRINGERIN, Das Gedächtnis der Häuser, von Maya Mckechneay)
Grosser Diagonale-Preis 2007 - Jurybegründung (Preis (Auszeichnung))
Jurybegründung (Großer Diagonale-Preis für den besten Österreichischen Dokumentarfilm 2006-07)
Diagonale 2007: Best Documentary - Jury statement (Preis (Auszeichnung))
Diagonale 2007: Best Documentary - Jury statement