Atunci i-am condamnat pe toti la moarte

The world as construction of a child. A village. A war. A crime. And the best scapegoat. Some circles. like Visniec circles. And few walks in the search of essence of life. A movie who must be discover. Story about colors of ages, about a lost village and its leaders. The Nazi presence. And a boy with his fried, the fool of community. A film like a spring morning. Delicate and common. Sad and profound. Game of gestures and lace of words. After all, the death. As last sign of a long expectation. As key of soul's treasure. As definition of silence. A lesson for be yourself not a shadow of intentions. Old "El laberinto del fauno". Same taste. Different recipes.