Sektion: The Boy

Ha Yeled

The Boy

Yahav Winner
IL, 2023, 26 Min

Avinoam und Barak, Vater und Sohn aus einem Kibbuz in der Nähe des Gazastreifens. Beide erleben den nahenden Krieg auf ihre eigene Weise. Barak will ihn aufhalten und Avinoam will Barak aufhalten. Beiden trösten sich gegenseitig, doch als Barak eines Nachts verschwindet, ist Avinoam gezwungen zu akzeptieren, dass sein Kind Hilfe braucht.

Avinoam und sein Sohn Barak werden beauftragt, sich um ein Problem mit der Bewässerungsleitung auf einem Feld zu kümmern, das ist ihre Aufgabe im Kibbutz. Während der Reparaturarbeiten in der Nähe des benachbarten Gazastreifens spüren die beiden, dass erneut ein Krieg auf sie zukommt.Sie setzen ihren Tag wie gewohnt fort, aber in Barak kommt etwas Vertrautes auf, dieses Gefühl, nicht akzeptieren zu können, was dort jenseits des Zauns geschieht, die Explosionen, die Schüsse, das Töten.Mitten in der Nacht wacht Avinoam durch den Klang der Alarmsirenen auf und stellt fest, dass Barak nicht in seinem Zimmer ist. Zusammen mit seinem kleinen Sohn Ido macht er sich mit dem Traktor auf den Weg, um ihn zu suchen.In der Dunkelheit der Felder findet er Barak auf dem Boden liegend, über ihm der Sicherheitsmann Gideon, der Barak festhält, ihn daran hindert, nach Gaza zu gelangen. Avinoam erkennt, dass sein Sohn einen schweren psychotischen Anfall hat, und alles, was er tun kann, ist, ihm sein Beruhigungsmittel zu geben, das er selbst nicht nehmen will. Ein Militärjeep trifft ein, die Armee war angesichts der gefährlichen Situation ebenfalls herbeigeeilt. Avinoam ist hilflos und verspricht, dass sich so etwas nicht wiederholen wird. Bei Sonnenaufgang trösten sich Avinoam und Barak gegenseitig und wissen doch, dass sich nichts ändern wird.

Yahav Winner über seinen Film:

I was born in Kibbutz Kfar Gaza in 1986. The eldest son of two urban parents who chose come to Kibbutz to fulfill the dream of a house with a garden. My father, a handsome, strong and tough man, decided to give me the name Yahav - security, hope. From the moment I was born, I felt the yoke of God on my shoulders, because in my head there were dreams, reflections and high sensitivities that made me cry from almost every situation. I grew up in the kibbutz as an alpha male blessed with blue eyes and an athletic body, one who was prophesied to be an elite officer or even, if he really succeeded, a pilot. But I, for as long as I can remember, have felt split. A boy who fails to grow up. Trying to be serious and concentrate on the "important" things in life like cars, business and money, but I couldn't. Instead I grabbed a guitar and sang. Or I told stories. Life in the kibbutz as a child I remember as heaven on earth. Green lawns, a pool, paths you can walk on barefoot. I only remember the nights as scary. I sleep in a bunk bed with my little brother under me, unable to fall asleep because of the sounds of the muezzin coming from Gaza. My father was angry with me for not falling asleep. In 2006, Paradise started to become less magical. Israel-Gaza relations began to heat up and souvenirs from Gaza in the shape of exploding pipes began to fall on the kibbutz. One day an exploding pipe fell on my neighbor Jimmy, my best friend's father, and I was the first to see him. This event carved a hole in my heart and from that moment I embarked on a path from which the return was long. Shortly after the incident, I left the army on my own accord. My father, my beacon, took it very hard. His child went crazy, and the whole kibbutz knew. Chronic knee pain began to develop for him. But instead of being angry with me, he internalized it and did an act of his that I will cherish to this day - he took me to work with him in the field, so that I would be close to him. We would drive in silence, father and son on the tractor, yellow wheat fields to our left, Gaza to our right. We didn't talk much, but in those days it was a lifeline for me. He was my hero. I remember that somewhere I developed an awareness of wars, as absurd as they are but inevitable. The tanks and jeeps that used to travel in our fields, trampling the farmers' work without recognition because everything is kosher when it comes to a military operation, would travel on the way to small and cunning Gaza, "to show them what it is" and who knows what kind of life they will harvest there. There were days when I couldn't digest the thought that whole families were being wiped out three kilometers from me and we have another cooking show on TV. In my film I try to capture a tragic and human triangle of the therapist, the patient and the absurd. My father - the therapist, I - the patient and the impossible and endless situation of the envelope and the Gaza Strip - the absurdity.

 

Yahav Winner wurde am 7. Oktober 2023 durch den Terrorangriff der Hamas auf das Kibbuz Kfar Aza getötet.

Drehbuch
Yahav Winner
Kamera
Ben Peled
Ton
Rotem Dror
Schnitt
Shaylee Atary
Darsteller
Yoram Toledano, Nimrod Peleg
Produzent
Yahav Winner
Co-Produktion
Gesher multicultural film fund, Minshar for art

Yahav Winner - Yahav Winner was an actor and director, known for The Boy, Neurim (Youth) (2020) and Capricious Manifesto (2014).