A lonely boy , refugied, after school classes, in cemetery, for drawing.
A venerable lady at the grave front him.
Her invitation to boy, her stories, her gift to him.
After decades, his confession, sustained by the sketchbook , about encounter and its significations, about the connection between an Iranian boy loosing his mother and, in some measure, his contry, and a Japanese lady lossing her son.
And a crow on grave.
Poetic, beautiful crafted, it has the gift to offer to viewer a profound personal message , like a wood spoon , stirring in memories pot of audience.
In short, lovelz and useful, beautiful and touching, in same measure.
