Flowers for My Father

Childhood memories of an August holiday. (Extended Version of "Flowers for my Father")

Childhood memories of an August holiday. (Short Version of "Flowers for my Father")

An old generation tells a story about a bright clear river. It is the story of a place where the bucolic landscape merges with urban sprawl. A place where one ancient mill keeps on spinning, moved by the water of a river that has a different color now.