I'm twelve years old.I ran into a Synagogue.I ask Rabbi the meaning of life.He tells me the meaning of life.But he tells to me in Hebrew.I don't understand Hebrew.And he wants to charge me six hundred dollars for Hebrew lessons.
it deserves watching for its ending, silent ending but with a strong powerful sound aloud, the middle part is too long for serving as the clues, but on certain level it can be seen as a sort of description of the lives of Maoris and the colonies on NZ