A journey through the last three centuries of the history of Galician emigration.
The story of the wandering life of the sharpeners as told by their own protagonists. Brave, tough and hard working people in one of the poorest areas of Europe who wandered around the world with the only company of a grinding wheel.
2013
Premios Mestre Mateo, España
Best documentary2013
Canadiam Labour international Film Festival, Canada
Official Selection2013
Non-Doc, España
Selección Oficial2013
Salón Internacional de la Luz, Colombia
Official Selection2013
Ethnocineca- Ethnographic and Documnetary Filmfest Vienna, Autria
Official Selection2012
Encuentro Hispanoamericáno de Cine y Video Documental Independiente, México
Official Selection2012
Festival Mundial de Cine de Veracruz , México
Official Selection2012
Festival de Cinema Latino Americano de Trieste , Italia
Official Selection2012
Semana de Cine Lugo , España
Sección Oficial2012
Medimed , España
Official Selection“Queicoa”, in Barallete, the jargon of Galician knife-grinders, means “god, hero, fighting spirit, a great, legendary being.” For over three centuries now, these old knife-grinders, who became famous after walking so many paths and thousands of miles, have been called “Queicoas”.
They were brave, tough men, hardened by working the fields of one of the poorest areas in Europe. Emerging from Galician mountains, in a trip that seemed to lead nowhere, they were only accompanied by a spinning wheel.
When they walked, they were dreaming.
When they ground, they felt alive.
When they stopped, they were defeated.
This is their story and these are their faces...
“Queicoa”, in Barallete, the jargon of Galician knife-grinders, means “god, hero, fighting spirit, a great, legendary being.” For over three centuries now, these old knife-grinders, who became famous after walking so many paths and thousands of miles, have been called “Queicoas”.
They were brave, tough men, hardened by working the fields of one of the poorest areas in Europe. Emerging from Galician mountains, in a trip that seemed to lead nowhere, they were only accompanied by a spinning wheel.
When they walked, they were dreaming.
When they ground, they felt alive.
When they stopped, they were defeated.
This is their story and these are their faces...