about childhood traces. about solitude as form of escape from yourself. about a life in crumbs. and about a boy for who world is only arena of a strange game. a sanatorium, a inspection, broken of an empire and a Englishman far from his country. more important - slices of Georgian language, fragile presence of Levan Abashideze, the ash of characters feelings and the dust of ambiguous expectations. nothing else than a trip in heart of things. a picture about a desert of soul. and frame of a new Godot. for me - skin of a state of soul. or brick from a reality who respires in our empty searches. space of melancholic borders, it is kind of film who seems like a burning.
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