Architect and musician Ohad Ratsaby carries six generations of Jerusalem in his family. His ancestors arrived from Yemen in 1881, and he finds himself constantly imagining what that first encounter with the city must have felt like — sitting on his terrace, looking out at the same landscape, feeling a connection across time to a great-great-grandfather he never knew. Through architecture and music he tries to hold all of this together — the layers of history, the duality between past and present, the voices from the markets and the stones. Jerusalem, he says, never stops surprising you. You live inside it and still feel like a small point in time.
A quiet note when a new film is released. Nothing else.
