The communist party, who organise the international film festival in Trivandrum have red flags adorned with hammer and sickle lining the streets and posters like this. Marxism is alive and well in Trivandrum.
My firefly friend has flitted away, half way through the festival. No more lovely lunches at his club. No more drinks in the club bar. And there's nowhere else to drink in Trivandrum, a pretty dry town! The British built the club, so of course it had to have a bar.
I continue to enjoy wonderful films from Russia, Germany, Philippines, Cuba, Colombia, Chad, tending to focus on just a few directors. Of course the odd Indian classic too.
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