I was thirteen or fourteen when I saw this film. I remember the sympathetic atmosphere it inspired. I and all other school-fellows viewing that film, we were captivated during all the film by the adventures the action was showing to us. Misery and joy already following one to each other without end. Since we were young teenagers in these years, maybe 1953 or 1954, we were profoundly touched by all the adventures that little donkey was obliged to live and suffer. Since I was a pensioner in a school-boarders, a great part of the night which followed the viewing of that film was occupied by the souvenir of the scenes that composed the plot of the film. But since the final scenes were full of happiness, I succeeded pretty well to find sleep and to have happy dreams.
Review of Bim, the Little Donkey
