Once upon a time, there was a man called Tim Lewik. He lived in Heidelberg, with his family. He worked on what he liked most: the cinema. It was the most incredible thing that he had ever found. For him, it was so east to disappear from the world through the cinema...
It was not until 1944, that que hit the ground with his feet for the first time. His son, his only son who he loved very much, died in World War II. You could'n express with milions of movies or words the pain that he felt inside. These feelings, were growing more and more every day, until his life became a nightmare. Every day was hell for him. He wanted to do eveything to get his son back. He could try to revive it with electricity, like Frankenstein or maybe his son was close to him, in his heaven. It was then that he began making spiritual rituals to turn him into how he was. This made him obsessed with everything that was his, which already passed. He couldn't see reality. He couldn't see his wife, or people in general, not even his dog Sparky.
His wife, Ari Owar, decided to help him as much as possible, but he never wanted help. With so much pain, Ari decided to join him in an asylum in 1947, so that the professionals could help him and try to get his pain out.
There, in the asylum, he discovered many things that he were ignoring. He discovered music, playing the piano and doing it the way he liked it. The way to express himself through painting, knowing well his own art. He found each and every character that had appeared in his films. He saw them beside him, advising him on what to do. His whole life had become a sweet nightmare, an illusion. And it was then that he started writing the script for his next film, after several years out of this world.
After a few months, waking up, he found someone he had never imagined finding in the foot of his bed with white sheets. He was there, watching him and smiling. Those green eyes of his mother, or wife for Tim, with the long hair disheveled. His son. Just as he had falled into a big hole due to the death of his son, in the same way his son got him with these words:
- "Father, you must be strong and go forward. It's taking too long. My mother miss you very much. You have been my whole life for me, literally, but I've only been a chapter of yours. Don't be afraid to express your feelings, father. You have a lifetime ahead and you can fight any obstacle. Make more movies father. Tell our story..."
He closed his eyes for a moment and when he reopened them, the face of his son had disappeared, but not this presence. From the air, he heard "I love you...", and the only answer he knew was "Me too, my son... me too..."
Things have improved a lot for Tim since that moment. He left the asylum and life smile at him again. Because there is always some reason to continue forward, to find happiness. So he said:
-This is the story of my life. I was about to disappear from the real world, but as you can see, I'm still here. I mean, everyone of you don't give up, never. Experience things, and know who you are more and more. People who die, do not go unless you forget them first. They're still here, like a short breath around you. I could say many things, but why? All I need to tell yourself is: I wish you all a long and happy life."
People applauded when the film finished. All with a smile and more sensitive those who were with some tears.
This was not the las film of Tim Lewik. He made many more and he also bought a piano. Undoubtedly, he lived happily ever after, beside his wife.
Brian Mühlsteff & Natàlia Sellés.
