Synopsis:

In a closet, in the apartment where I grew up, hidden behind his clothes, uniform and gun, my father used to keep a box with papers, drawings, school documents and books. After he died, I examined the contents of the box. In his student logbook I found the name of the teacher who taught the course ‘Introduction to Marxist Sociology’ in 1976. I visited him and asked him: ‘What is friendship?’ A tiny bird was all I heard.