LionDVD - 2017
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You have any idea what it's like knowing my real brother... and mother spend everyday of their lives looking for me? How everyday my real brother screams my name! Can you imagine the pain they must be in for not knowing where I am? 25 years, Luce. 25!
-Why didn't you tell me that's been happening for you?
And we swung about in our ... privileged lives. It makes me sick. I have to find home.
I was looking out across this field. And I just wanted the earth to swallow me up. And I... I felt an electric current that was like a shock, A shock through my whole body. And then I saw... A brown skinned child across that field. And he was standing beside me. And it was right there and I could feel it so strongly.
I don't want you to feel, I was ungrateful.
-There wasn't a day, I didn't want to tell you. Saroo. I really hope she's there. She needs to see how beautiful you are!
Please could you not do anything while I'm away? eah Yeah... to make mum... more unhappy than you already do.
-Mate... Why do you think I stay away?
Instructor: We see ourselves as United Nations of hospitality schools. And we'd like to think we teach a global and balanced perspective. You're here because you have a dream. We're here to help make that dream a reality.
Lucy: Yeah and I saw firsthand how the hospitality industry can really bring infrastructure to communities that need it. But I also saw a lot of problems that they cause, which is why community groups need to
be, involved every step of the way, and they need to be taken seriously.
Lucy: I guess I want to help facilitate that and help give them a voice.
-I want to run hotels, so I put all the profits into my pocket.
And you didn't speak Bengali?
-I didn't even know it was called that.
My mum couldn't read or write.
-What does she do?
A labourer, she carried rocks.
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Mrs. Sood’s eyes widened when I walked in and introduced myself. We shook hands and then embraced. She was now in her eighties, but she said she remembered me well from when I was a child, despite the number of children who had passed through her care since then. “I remember your mischievous grin. Your face has not changed,” she told me in her excellent English, smiling widely. ... Mrs. Medhora returned with my file and I was able to see the agency’s actual documents of my adoption. The pages were a little faded and fragile, almost as if they could fall apart at a touch. Attached to the file was a photograph of me in Australia, which my parents had sent after I arrived. I was grinning and holding a golf club, standing in front of an old-fashioned golf buggy. There was also a photocopy of my passport, with its photograph of the six-year-old me looking steadily into the camera. My official documents and passport all had my name as “Saru,” which is how it had been recorded since I arrived in the police station. It was Mum and Dad who had decided “Saroo” was a more Anglicized spelling, more like it sounded. The file revealed that I had come to the attention of the authorities in Calcutta after I was accepted into the custody of officers at Ultadanga Police Station on April 21, 1987. I was assessed and taken to Liluah, the juvenile home, where I was classified as a child in need of care. ...
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