Empty Rooms -
Documentary on Dolphinarium

 
Willy Lindwer: Director
David Gurevich: Producer
The Propaganda War
 
 
Our Heroes

The film concentrates on several groups of victims. One such group focuses around Ilya Gutman, a 19-year-old arrival from Kazakhstan, who is survived by elderly parents, a disabled brother, and a fiancee - all still trying desperately to cope with pain that refuses to go away.

"I want to physically put my arms around him," says Ilya's mother LARISA; "I want to caress his face… For a long time I couldn't go to the kitchen. I still heard his voice: Mom! What's cooking? Your son's hungry! "
Nor can Ilya's younger brother Misha, disabled with cerebral palsy, reconcile himself with his loss. "He was my protection, my arms, my legs - I really don't see a future for myself anymore. But we have to live - somehow."
Equally poignant is the recollection of Ilya's fiancee Anya: "Fifteen seconds before the explosion his hand was on my shoulder… ten minutes later I watched helplessly as the paramedics were massaging his heart, and there was not a thing I could do to help."

Yulia Sklianik, 15, left behind a sibling, too - her older sister SVETA, who had to be hospitalized with a nervous breakdown and was subsequently discharged from the Army. "I remember how we used to dream we would have children one day," Sveta says in her interview, "and we would take them out together. My kids will be so lucky, Yulia used to say, to have an aunt like yo."

The Nalimov family lost two daughters, Yulia, 16, and Yelena, 18. Two tall, vivacious girls who had recently arrived from Yekaterinburg, who loved music, who loved horsing around - and now "the house is quiet," says their mother Alla bitterly. "Like a tomb."

Everybody predicted that Alena Shaportova, 14, a willowy blonde from a grimy Ukrainian city of Zaporozhie, would be a cover girl one day, smiling for the cameras. Amazingly, Alena did smile for our camera. Amazingly, because smiling is not easy to do with two metal balls lodged in her brain, which are still too dangerous to remove. The doctors did not believe she would survive, with half her brain blown away by dynamite. But she did. Like a 6-year-old, she is relearning how to read. When you look at her struggling during her physical therapy, you don't notice that half her face is paralyzed. Her smile is as radiant as ever.

MARK and IRINA RUDIN were divorced, but for their daughter's sake they rented across the street from each other, and they showered their only child Simona, 17, with love. Now her mother cannot even bear to go by the Dolphinarium or walk around downtown Tel Aviv where everything reminds her of Simona. Her father watches the slide show made for him by Simona's friends. "It's painful," he says, "but I feel relieved afterwards". Simona was also his dancing partner - they danced salsa competitively. Now her girlfriends still come to see him regularly, to remember Simona, and, of course, to dance, with the same elan as they did when she was still alive.

"This is our way of remembering her," says Rita Abramova, 17, a friend of Simona's who survived the bombing. A metal ball punctured Rita's lung and descended into her diaphragm. She could not breathe. They pumped blood out of her lung. She might still have a surgery to have the ball extracted. Triple arm fracture. She has a steel rod in her broken leg, from her hip to her knee. But Rita feels like anything but a victim. She studies hard for her graduation and applies to go to college. And she dances salsa. With dedication like hers, a steel rod is not an obstacle.

Polina Valis, 18, is not settling for the role of a victim, either. This fragile young girl walks and speaks with deliberation that suggests both a profound trauma and a lot of quiet determination. Polina has fragments of explosives in her back and her arm. Pieces of muscular tissue were torn out in the knee area on both legs. An eardrum was shattered. Another fragment is stuck in the sole of her foot. "I realize the terrorists have succeeded in ruining many lives," Polina says. "But I have decided for myself that I'll be happy and joyful, that I'll dance and live my life fully. And that will be my revenge."

And this is the quiet heroism we celebrate in our film. Our heroes do not want revenge; nor do they want to die for a cause and have their desires fulfilled in paradise. Their spirits cannot be broken by a group of homicidal maniacs seeking world domination. Our heroes will carry on -- with joy, with sorrow, and with dignity. They will never forget the loved ones, the scars will never heal fully - but they will live, love… and dance.

David Gurevich