About film
In the apartment where I grew up, in the closet, hidden behind his clothes, uniform and pistol, my father kept a box of papers, drawings, school documents and notebooks. On the days after he died, I searched through the box. In his index I found the name of the professor who taught Basics of Marxist Sociology in 1976. I went to the professor and asked him, “What is friendship?” A tiny bird is what I heard.