Gratitude

I work with words and with silence. With the unspoken. With secrets, regrets, shame. With the irretrievable, with the disappearing, with memories. I work with the pain of yesterday and the pain of today. With revelations. And with the fear... of death. All of this is part of my profession. But if there is something in my work that continues to surprise, even amaze me, something that still takes my breath away even today, after more than ten years of practice, it is undoubtedly the longevity of the pain experienced in childhood. The burning of a wound that does not heal for many years. The bitterness of resentment that does not fade from memory. Speech therapist Jerome tries to help an elderly lady named Misha, who day by day is losing her words. But Misha is troubled by something else: she has never thanked the couple who saved her during World War II. She doesn’t even know their last name, but she asks her pupil Mari to place an advertisement in the newspaper. Is there a chance that Misha will be able to find these people and express her gratitude? And will she have the words for it?