Yaron Yemini is in his early eighties. He lives among the Rashayda Bedouin tribe in the Judean Desert — confined to a wheelchair, far from everything most people consider essential. He chose this. Farhan, his Bedouin host, has become like a son to him — eating from one plate, shoulder to shoulder, the same warmth and intimacy Yaron remembers from his own Yemenite childhood. He writes poetry, practises meditation, speaks Arabic, and has become genuinely part of the family. In the silence of the desert he follows his breath, turns inward, and finds there something deeper than anything the outside world could give him.
A quiet note when a new film is released. Nothing else.
