On the Edge

На краю

Our village has always been a place of exile, a land of prisoners. Once in the winter, on the edge of the village we found an old man in an old car. He was freezing. He had nothing and was from nowhere. Now he lives in the cellar of our church. Step by step we get to know his story.

Inhaltsangabe auf Englisch; Übersetzung noch nicht verfügbar.