Yotam Ben-David

Itamar and Thomas share a bed, walls, an apartment and electricity bills. Thomas commands, manages, and criticizes; Itamar is silent and listens. Between the apartment walls, frustration and loneliness unfold.

One long walk, two distant lovers, two homes falling apart, and one forgotten birthday.

Songs and stories from Fania Bergstein's "Come to Me, Nice Butterfly", "We'll Go Out to the Field", and "And it was Evening".

An 8 years-old boy finds a dead man's body at a top of a mountain. As he knocks on the doors of the village, trying to solve the mystery, a portrait of a village is revealed - a place in transition between the traditions of the past and the violence of contemporary reality.

An 8 years-old boy finds a dead man's body at a top of a mountain. As he knocks on the doors of the village, trying to solve the mystery, a portrait of a village is revealed - a place in transition between the traditions of the past and the violence of contemporary reality.

Itamar and Thomas share a bed, walls, an apartment and electricity bills. Thomas commands, manages, and criticizes; Itamar is silent and listens. Between the apartment walls, frustration and loneliness unfold.

Itamar and Thomas share a bed, walls, an apartment and electricity bills. Thomas commands, manages, and criticizes; Itamar is silent and listens. Between the apartment walls, frustration and loneliness unfold.

One long walk, two distant lovers, two homes falling apart, and one forgotten birthday.

One long walk, two distant lovers, two homes falling apart, and one forgotten birthday.

One long walk, two distant lovers, two homes falling apart, and one forgotten birthday.

Two lovers lay on a bed. One of the men is asleep, the other is awake. One is Palestinian, the other Israeli. Far away in their homeland, the war rages on, as the night goes on without end.

Two lovers lay on a bed. One of the men is asleep, the other is awake. One is Palestinian, the other Israeli. Far away in their homeland, the war rages on, as the night goes on without end.

Two lovers lay on a bed. One of the men is asleep, the other is awake. One is Palestinian, the other Israeli. Far away in their homeland, the war rages on, as the night goes on without end.

One evening, among decaying electric appliances, a man contemplates exile and fading traditions. His heart is in the east, while he himself is at the end of the west.

Between night and day, the hills of a village in Israel. The young Dekel tries pulling himself together from a painful break-up. Within the imprecision of a natural backdrop dipped into the sweetness of the moon, he stumbles upon his friend Doron whose lit-up shoes spread light visible kilometres away. Along with two other boys, they are going to spend the night talking away: talk as much as possible, in a final attempt to give life back to what they share.

Between night and day, the hills of a village in Israel. The young Dekel tries pulling himself together from a painful break-up. Within the imprecision of a natural backdrop dipped into the sweetness of the moon, he stumbles upon his friend Doron whose lit-up shoes spread light visible kilometres away. Along with two other boys, they are going to spend the night talking away: talk as much as possible, in a final attempt to give life back to what they share.

Between night and day, the hills of a village in Israel. The young Dekel tries pulling himself together from a painful break-up. Within the imprecision of a natural backdrop dipped into the sweetness of the moon, he stumbles upon his friend Doron whose lit-up shoes spread light visible kilometres away. Along with two other boys, they are going to spend the night talking away: talk as much as possible, in a final attempt to give life back to what they share.